A quick picture about what writing is like RIGHT NOW. Not inked because it is bad enough that I drew a picture instead of typing things. You might want to click on it to see it properly (or, on the other hand, you might not. I won’t judge).
Woe, woe is me, etc (bloody solipsistic graduate students, etc).
Sometimes I have real anxiety of influence – i.e., I don’t think I’m original enough – and sometimes I think I don’t have enough influences, that I haven’t read all there is to read so aargh. Mostly it’s some unhealthy stew of the two. I think this is pretty standard, graduate student-wise. Unless you’re like, really confident.
I have put a cup of tea in the picture, which I do not currently have. I’m going to make some tea.
[Posted at 11.25 on a Saturday night because I am really good at being in my 20s]