Just got going on my ECA (End of Course Assessment, or final project) today and have rewarded myself liberally with a highly unhealthy snack that I'm ashamed to describe.
Two paragraphs of my introduction completed. Writing intro's is wonderful: everything seems so clear and straightforward - I've outlined the picture, now all I need to do is colour it in.
This is, of course, a cruel illusion. Before I finish this work of devastating acuity, insight and creativity, I shall rub out the outlines countless times and re-draw them, having recklessly coloured over the edges, or found I don't have suitable colours to fill some areas in.
Once I actually settle down to write I always wonder why I've been procrastinating. It's actually fun, I rediscover; I'm going to enjoy this! About 1000 words in, I experience mild frustration, at 2000 words crushing boredom; self-hate at 3000 words becomes despair at 4000, and at 5000 words all emotions are subordinate to a grinding determination to reach the target of 6000.
Somehow it will be done!