Tonight I printed out a draft of my George Eliot chapter to turn into my advisor. It doesn't feel quite like a draft—more of a draft of a draft. Still! It represents progress. Months of spending way more time at the library than I'd like to think about. How satisfying that 34 pages rolled off the printer. I don't think I've ever written any single document that long.
Now I'm on the couch watching The Bourne Ultimatum with Mr. Flossie. Tuesday we're off to Savannah to see Brother-of-Flossie and Mom-of-Flossie.
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