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May. 18th, 2008 09:02 pmI turned into a Medievalist unexpectedly yesterday afternoon and I haven't quite turned back again. Not even a visit to the market and admiring a flat could turn me back to what I needed to be this afternoon, which was a fiction writer.
I gave up and wrote an extraordinarily vague food history post about the Middle Ages to get it out of my system. I also read about six lines of Old French, or was it eight?
All I wanted to do was work out whether the text in question was octosyllablic or decasyllabic anyway (eight syllables a line, and 'sire' was pronounced with two syllables, for the record, which is fun, because I was trying to match it up with a chanson de geste, for genre reasons and to prove the introduction wrong, and chansons de geste are not written in lines of eight syllables). I also worked out that one of the three reviews I have to write by early June is really not a big deal. I could polish it off tomorrow if I'm still in Medieval mode, or I could return back to the Middle Ages after teaching on Wednesday. I like the Wednesday thing best, because it means I can do concentrated work for a few days and blitz the whole lot.
Also because I seriously need time out. I was trying to finish everything in sight on Friday, which is always a sign that I'm overdoing things. I got through a bunch of stuff by last night, but I was getting more and more fretted about tasks unfinished. Not a good place to be, especially when there are a bunch of delightful book by my bedside, waiting for me to have some free time.
I don't know if I'll reach the delightful books stage in the next day, because my eyes also need a break, but I shall take that time out and just potter around. I bet I still try to finish things, but I'll wind down by trying to finsh small things, like the dishes and my teaching prep.
I gave up and wrote an extraordinarily vague food history post about the Middle Ages to get it out of my system. I also read about six lines of Old French, or was it eight?
All I wanted to do was work out whether the text in question was octosyllablic or decasyllabic anyway (eight syllables a line, and 'sire' was pronounced with two syllables, for the record, which is fun, because I was trying to match it up with a chanson de geste, for genre reasons and to prove the introduction wrong, and chansons de geste are not written in lines of eight syllables). I also worked out that one of the three reviews I have to write by early June is really not a big deal. I could polish it off tomorrow if I'm still in Medieval mode, or I could return back to the Middle Ages after teaching on Wednesday. I like the Wednesday thing best, because it means I can do concentrated work for a few days and blitz the whole lot.
Also because I seriously need time out. I was trying to finish everything in sight on Friday, which is always a sign that I'm overdoing things. I got through a bunch of stuff by last night, but I was getting more and more fretted about tasks unfinished. Not a good place to be, especially when there are a bunch of delightful book by my bedside, waiting for me to have some free time.
I don't know if I'll reach the delightful books stage in the next day, because my eyes also need a break, but I shall take that time out and just potter around. I bet I still try to finish things, but I'll wind down by trying to finsh small things, like the dishes and my teaching prep.