So, yesterday.  Not easy.  Not productive.  But, knowing I'd need a break, I made plans with a friend.  We had a few drinks, saw a movie, and generally had a lovely evening.  

I had high hopes that today would be better, but I wasn't able to churn out much.  Between my mental and emotional distractions at the weekend, I also managed to lose about half of what I was working on Saturday, and spent Sunday attempting to recreate what I'd lost.  So I'm way behind where I had hoped to be at this point and feeling very frustrated.  

But maybe this is good, in a way.  I'm too far behind to even realistically think I'll be able to make up the word count, so it's time to switch tactics.  I'm feeling like I've gotten so hung up on producing a massive quantity of words that I haven't been thinking enough about the quality of what I'm writing.  Maybe it's just time to admit that there's no way I'm going to have a full draft of my thesis by the end of the month, and just focus on improving what I do have.  I don't know.  I know I can't hand over a chapter to my supervisor today, as I was hoping, because it makes no sense in its current state.

I tried, at least.  And I did get one chapter drafted, and who knows, maybe I'll have a sudden spate of brilliance tomorrow and knock off another chapter.  It could happen.   But even if it doesn't, I can at least say that I gave it the ol' college try.