I've Suffered for My Art, Now It's Your Turn

I had been thinking that my term paper was going to be due soon. Then on Tuesday night I found in my inbox the email from the instructor saying that the paper was due on Friday. The good news was that I had blocked the thing out in my head; the bad news was that I had to actually write it.

So I pulled it together and wrote it, finishing it late last night. Debbie very kindly gave it an editorial once-over to catch the inevitable doubled words and infelicities of prose.

So what's a blogger to do when he's just sweat some blood over an 1800-word essay for a class? Why, post it on his blog, of course! I have just done so for your delectation and delight.

(What is it about that dreary, dry style of academic exposition that is so damnably seductive to writers?)