Back again on this bloody treadmill. I feel that so many things go so slowly. It's not like I am being seduced by social media or anything. Just banks of intellectual fog. The Tatar book has revealed a bit more than I expected and I have thoroughly gone through the Katherine J. Kim essay.
Onward - hopefully I can get SOMETHING done.
1,680 - better progress today, much better since I have switched almost everything off that can distract me.
Essentially, I am quite pleased with today - 1,965 words, covering Perrault, Grimm, Schalken, Dickens and only lightly touching Bronte. I have a * LOT * to do tomorrow, but I think I am done today.