It’s almost the end of the weekend. Time passes so quickly, even when there’s nothing going on. Saturday, I spent almost the entire day on the computer. I wrote half of my essay, but just today, I decided that what I’d written wasn’t good enough. It was hugely convoluted and sounded like straight narrative. I’m going to have to do some organization before it’ll actually be a proper history essay. Also chatted quite a bit yesterday, on the computer of course. I lack a social life. I need one, but I’m shy, and usually, I’m not one to go with the crowd, so it makes maintaining conversation a bit difficult.
Today, I got up twenty minutes before noon. Call it my catch up sleep. It does nothing for my creativity, but sleeping in on Sunday feels good. I tried to work on my essay, but footnoting is so boring that I gave up. Come on, it’s Sunday. I am not going stress myself. Might miss Linguistics again tomorrow to work on my essay. It’s much quicker to print off the slides and learn from that.
The first thing I wrote this morning was my argument on the use of adverbs, metaphors and similes. My take on it was that a writer shouldn’t use too many of any of those. Adverbs are too vague. Figurative language is useful for setting the scene, but there’s a fine line between a good atmosphere and absolute tediousness.
Frances Leigh: A life in surreality 