*buries head in hands*
Jan. 28th, 2004 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlI am in hell.
Having scribbled all over my first version of this draft, marking the basic points I was trying to make in each paragraph, I constructed a very rough outline delineating a basic order for my ideas. Then I made the mistake of rearranging the content I had to reflect that order.
I now basically have 20 paragraphs that bear no apparent relation to one another. I've been trying to move bits and pieces around and add transitions so that I have some kind of continuity, but it's not working at all and I now feel like my brains are leaking out of my ears. I could do this for a 5 page paper, probably, but this is just too big. Nothing makes sense, any elegance my writing once had is completely destroyed by the now-bizarre juxtaposition of paragraphs, and I have the Headache of Death.
I want to cry. I want to give up. I want to curl up in someone's lap and not move until April.
Instead, I have to stay up all night attempting to beat some sense into what is now essentially 3200 words thrown together in no particular order.
Fuck.
I am this close to throwing a couple of pages of intro and conclusion onto what I started with, writing another random 6-ish page paper, and taking the shitty but passing grade that Prof. Levinson would probably give me out of pity.
I just... don't know how much more I can put into this without throwing my hands up in defeat.
Having scribbled all over my first version of this draft, marking the basic points I was trying to make in each paragraph, I constructed a very rough outline delineating a basic order for my ideas. Then I made the mistake of rearranging the content I had to reflect that order.
I now basically have 20 paragraphs that bear no apparent relation to one another. I've been trying to move bits and pieces around and add transitions so that I have some kind of continuity, but it's not working at all and I now feel like my brains are leaking out of my ears. I could do this for a 5 page paper, probably, but this is just too big. Nothing makes sense, any elegance my writing once had is completely destroyed by the now-bizarre juxtaposition of paragraphs, and I have the Headache of Death.
I want to cry. I want to give up. I want to curl up in someone's lap and not move until April.
Instead, I have to stay up all night attempting to beat some sense into what is now essentially 3200 words thrown together in no particular order.
Fuck.
I am this close to throwing a couple of pages of intro and conclusion onto what I started with, writing another random 6-ish page paper, and taking the shitty but passing grade that Prof. Levinson would probably give me out of pity.
I just... don't know how much more I can put into this without throwing my hands up in defeat.
