I've been stuck for the past few days. I wrote out all the ideas I had for this chapter, in disjointed paragraphs, and found myself stuck after having written just a little over seven pages. And then that was it. I couldn't think of what else to do, and I was dissatisfied with the seven pages I had written, knowing that there was so much more to say on each little point I made, and yet unsure of where to even start.
And then, for the past few days, there wasn't even the staccato, over-thought, under-developed writing. I was just stuck. I did some reading to try to figure out secondary materials that I could work in to what I've already written, but I couldn't get past this vague feeling of frustration about the chapter as a whole.
But today, while I was walking to the bus, I started trying to figure out how I could discuss one movie that I hadn't discussed yet. And then I realised how it fit together with everything in the chapter. And then I realised that this movie ties the whole chapter together, and that I should start the chapter by discussing it.
And that's how I ended up writing a page and a half of my dissertation in my wee purse notebook. Most of it was written on my short bus ride to the University, and then I developed the rest while I was sitting after my allergy shot. I came home and typed it up, and then spent some time moving around the rest of the chapter so that it all worked. I came up with some more to say, and started writing it this afternoon, but then I stopped at an obvious place where I can begin tomorrow.
It's funny how I'm right back at the same place I was when I started this blog, and learning the same lessons all over again: sometimes I just need to break out of the routine so that I can get the creative part of my mind working.