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Day 2
Dear Diary,
You know what I hate? I hate people who can write essays a bit at a time. What kind of psychopath do you have to be to do that? How can you just do a part of an essay then walk away? I mean, come on, surely it’s all or nothing, right? Who actually plans this shit?
I don’t think I’ve ever planned anything in my life, and I got good grades. But now my lecturers are wanting to see my essay plan a week in advance as if it’s some kind of job interview. Like I know what the fuck I’m gonna write before I write it? What if I change my mind? What if my ideas are shit? God, I hate this! Why do I have to narrow myself down to something before I’ve sat down and thought about it?
Don’t look at me like that. I am aware that ‘planning’ is the thinking about it stage, you can fuck off with your judgemental care bare stare. I know. But it’s not the same, OK?
When I sit down to write, I sit down to write. I have to be in the right mood and you don’t get into that mood by planning a week in advance. You don’t. I don’t care what you say; I don’t work like that. Only weirdos and anal retentives do.
Give me a crate of energy drinks and an all-nighter every time. That’s how I work. That’s my style. I work best when I can see the foxes raiding the bins and listen to the owls hooting at the moon. My brain turns on at night, OK?
What do you mean I have a caffeine problem? Fuck you. It’s the only socially acceptable drug and I happen to like it. Screw you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an essay plan to invent.
Fuck people telling me how to live my life. I’ll just hand something in and make up the real thing later.
Julia Rivers Erotic Audio and Writing 