I am trying to do a bunch more writing this month, because we’re going up to visit Kate next month and she offered to help me with editing, which is probably a bad idea for a lot of reasons.

Tim (who I started out calling Dan until I realized that was too close to Danny, and haven’t gone back to fix – anyway, the one from Brooklyn) is an actual writer and suggested I try to get some short pieces published, and that has been incredibly frustrating.  Which is of course such a ridiculously obvious thing that I feel a little stupid saying it, but I already have a day job, so it’s really tempting to think that if 5 people on Tumblr like my writing, I should just send them a PDF, and not have any further pretensions of publishing anything.

And if my job is driving me crazy, I should 1) get a job that I care more about or 2) get a job that pays me more and do fun stuff with the money and stop martyring myself to academia. (Which is ultimately what I’m planning to do, if I can just publish my fucking paper.)