Ah, tis the season. Classes are over for the term. Students are running around the seminary busily preparing for finals season. I, a smart scheduler, have planned my schedule in such a way that I do not have finals. I hate finals. Tests of any form really are enough to render me a sweaty mess. I'd much rather write, and write I shall.
When Sarah and I moved into our new house, I picked out the basement as my office. There was a sectioned off room in the corner that became mine. I moved in my old desk, set up some of the space as book shelves, and even covered one wall with chalkboard paint to be a brainstorming space. Truth be told, I don't often use the office during the course of the term for regular assignments. But when finals hit, and final papers need to be written, I retreat to the basement and enter writing mode.
This year's writing mode will be handicapped from the start, as we mentioned yesterday, by the lack of coffee that will be flowing through my veins. Usually I will hide in my basement space, outline the paper(s) that I am writing on the chalkboard wall. Whenever a section gets finished, I cross it off the list. It's a big visual progress chart for me.
So tomorrow, after work is cleared out for the weekend, I've got to spend some time cleaning (haven't done that since the last term) and preparing the space to write. Then of course, comes the actual work. But we're miles away from that...
More to follow!