The poetry article I’m writing will be the worst article known to humanity. I’m 5,000 painful words in, and only now something resembling an analysis of a literary text started to appear. The article is supposed to be 7,000 words, so I’m screwed.
The only upside is that the due date is April 30, so there’s an end in sight to this suffering.
I should have never agreed to write about poetry. I was never taught to analyze poetry, and I’m trying to learn as I go. Why I agreed when I know I’m useless? Vanity! It’s the vanity that got the better of me. As always.