Sunday Writing

There is a very strange scent in our backyard...we suspect a neighboring ginkgo tree failed to get lucky this year, the poor thing. Besides this odd scent that wafts around the yard every now and again its absolutely quiet outside. I am supposed to be working on my dissertation. Believe me, I do want to be writing my dissertation. And I promise, I will, this will be a fairly short post. But I wanted to mark the beautiful quiet Sunday morning, the dog at my feet, dreaming in the freshly cut grass, my garden growing next to me, the rose bushes in full bloom, and the umbrella up shading us all from to much sun.

All of this I want to mark. And, I also want to note that I am in a writing mood. So, I am working on my dissertation. Only, I have so many questions while I am writing today.

And it is these questions that stop me from writing, do I go here or do I go there? Do I answer the metaphysical questions before the ethical? Do I bracket the turn towards history which will be neccessary? When do I leave the literature behind and move towards my own writing? This is why it is difficult to write on Sunday mornings. Not because one doesn't want to write but because the task seems endless like the blue sky above me.

Okay, I'm going back to writing the dissertation now.