Novel Ideas : A Good Place to Sit
The semester is definitely in full-swing, and I’m about drowning in Marxist theory and dialectics this week. I’ve been reading this forty-page xeroxed copy of a book chapter for five straight days now, working my highlighter and my brain to death. I’ve created a word wall by my desk with sticky notes of vocabulary words from the reading, and I think I’ve finally made sense of it all.
Thus my late-night posting. Whoopsie.
See, this resolution I made to sit my butt IN MY DESK CHAIR every night from 6-9pm is working quite well. I’m getting a lot done, and even getting ahead on some things. And some nights, like tonight, I build up my working steam and just keep on keepin’ on well past 9:00. Tonight it’s out of necessity (must. finish. reading.), but some nights it’s out of passion and excitement for what I’m doing.
There’s definitely something to this “work at my desk” thing.
However, not matter how many nights I work, and no matter how many times I try to discourage such behavior, this happens at least once every five minutes:
So while I have found a good place to sit and get my work done, so have the cats. What could be more comfortable than sitting on my fingers?
It’s why I end up writing sentences like this:
Marx describes seven levels of generality for abstractions, though only the first fiveonoiqng]jv]0ipnvq]0iv0ireq0i……………………………….lspgin
Apparently I need to start setting up cat barriers around my computer. I love the little goobers, but this is not acceptable behavior. Maybe they just don’t agree with Marxism and want to shut the whole thing down?
What little distractions make writing difficult for you? Does your cat have similar annoying (but also kind of cute) behaviors?