It’s late. I’ve been working on this piece of writing all evening, and I’ve got one more meaty sentence to finish. But I feel like Cinderella over-staying her curfew at the ball, because every time I try to write that last sentence, it turns into a pumpkin.

“A comparison of A & B would be interesting.”

Interesting? Yes, I’d find it completely fascinating and I’d love to do the work. But a hanging “interesting” is hardly going to move the reviewers, so I know I need to come up with a more compelling argument for the work. But all I can muster is:

“A comparison of A & B would be interesting, for f**k’s sake. Eleventy!!!1!!!!1!”

I think Robert Boice’s AFNFM advice to “stop” might actually have some validity. And I think I need to lessen my reading of Comrade PhysioProf as a procrastination measure.