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title: 'What Now?'
date: '2004-06-09T08:18:41-04:00'
permalink: /what-now/
tags:
- research
- work
---
Theres been a mighty lot of silence on my end here, and though I wish I could ascribe it to being terribly, terribly busy, that is simply not the case. Continuing issues with [the manuscript](/in-the-interim/) have left me feeling utterly stagnant, inspiration-free, and — while I hesitate to use the [D-word](http://mamamusings.net/archives/2003/08/26/control_freak.php), theres undoubtedly a big chunk of that at work here, too. In the face of mounting evidence that the project I spent the better part of the last eight years on may never see the light of day — or, may [see it](/on-the-future-of-academic-publishing/), but not in the form that Im still pretty unreasonably cathected onto — Ive been left completely stalled-out, unable to see why I should bother writing if Im working in a field about which no one cares, least of all me.
Of course, as soon as I write all of that out, it begins to seem ridiculous, histrionic, self-dramatizing. Honestly, if I were never to write (or publish) another piece of academic criticism again, it would hardly be a disaster. The main issue is to figure out what I *want* to do, and then to decide how to go about it.
That I cannot figure out what I want to do — that nothing seems quite right, or quite possible — is the thing that keeps leading me to contemplate depression. I want very much to resist the suggestion that something like that could be at the root of whats bugging me right now, in part out of a sense of been-there-done-that (fairly big depression many years ago; several years of therapy; problem solved!), and in part because I want to believe that, since work got me into this mess, work can get me out of it.
Im taking a little time off from attempting to write, as an experiment, and immersing myself in some reading, hoping that Ill remember why I picked this field and why I thought I had something useful to say about it. I may record some of the process here, if theres something that I either feel is worth sharing or is something Id like to remember.