I have a full nine pages of my conference paper for next week. Is it the best thing I’ve ever written? No. Do I make many provocative theoretical claims that I have no hope of substantiating in 20 minutes? Yes. Is it, ultimately, “new work”? Most definitely. But, if I were held at gunpoint and forced to give the paper right now with no revision, could I do that and not embarrass myself? Totally.
So what this means is that now I can just chill out for the rest of the day/evening, and then I can spend the next three days doing massive spring cleaning (which has yet to occur because of the end of the semester/need to finish developing an online class/visiting of parents/need to write conference paper).
I cannot even talk about what a weight this has lifted off my shoulders. And even better: this conference paper is the germ of the idea that will grow into a chapter of the current book project. It is so awesome to feel like I’m making progress on that in spite of the way my attention has been dragged toward other things in the past six months.
I do believe I’m going to go for a walk, and then, who knows? Perhaps I shall sit on the porch and knit or something equally unproductive!