Father time you thief!

Last week, there I was in my brightly lit room, sitting in complete and utter frustration. I did not know what to do. I was lost. I had read two books, Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar Nafisi and Invitation to a Beheading by Vladimir Nabokov, and I could not think of one single way to interrelate the two. I was sitting there in the middle of my bed for hours staring at a piece of paper, and nothing clicked. The sun was starting to set, and I had been there for hours shifting my eyes between my cell phone, to my computer, to my paper. And this went about for the longest time. Then, all the sudden, my brain decided to wake up. I was writing so fast that I could not completely understand my notes. I found over five similarities. I sat there in triumph, and smiled with revenge at Father Time, for he took away so much precious time. My biggest problem and dislike in writing has to be getting a paper started, but I also detest researching, so this research paper that I have to complete for my critical thinking course has been like a small child running through the neatly organized files of my mind. This week I plan on finding two more sources at the library for my research paper, and putting this unruly child to bed. Read More