Here I am, sitting at my computer working on my final paper for class this semester and I can barely resist the urge to chuck my computer at the nearest wall...because I have no idea what to write. I can not think of a single word to put down on the paper. Not a single word has popped into my head. I have really bad writer's block.
When I finally write something it sucks; it really sucks. All I have done is frantically thrown some words down on the page to create something. I have written down chunks of words that form semi-complete thoughts, but I have no way to string them into actual developed paragraphs. I just vomited words onto a piece of paper and hoped they would show me how they want to be strung together so that I can meet my deadline.
I have quotes scattered through the page, with no way of integrating them into my paper. They're all long block quotes, so I thought maybe they wouldn't need much explaining. I was wrong. So, I try to add some more words before and after each of the quotes, but it just sounds like I'm aimlessly rambling. That's what the entire paper is really...the ramblings of a madman.
Now, I have a paper. But, it sucks. Like, it really, really sucks. This is the single worst thing I have ever written. How am I even an English major? Who let me into a 4000-level English class? I can't write!
How do I fix it? My thesis doesn't make any sense...I mean, seriously, do I even have a thesis? I don't think I do. I mean, I don't even know what I'm trying to say. Do my paragraphs transition well? No. Actually, they don't even transition at all. I'm just typing and typing and typing...and none of it makes any sense at all!
My cat jumps onto my laptop and types "ashdsa" in the middle of one of my paragraphs, but honestly, that makes more sense than whatever I was going to say there anyway. I don't even remember what I was going to say, so I just roll my eyes and leave the "ashdsa" where it was. At least, it's authentic.
The Castle DVD I was watching last night flies out of my laptop when my cat's foot hits the eject button, which it does every day without fail. It flies out fast and sometimes it lands somewhere across the room. Everyone else looks up like "What the hell just happened?" and the cat just makes himself comfortable, curling up into a ball on my keyboard and closing his eyes like nothing happened.
After my cat ejects the DVD for the second time, I decide that I'm done. I'm over it. So, I shut my laptop, turn off the light and go to bed. I'll try again tomorrow.
