My room dark all except for one solitary light illuminating my desk which is of course scattered with papers. As I sit down in my chair I think of the work ahead of me and what must be done. Reflecting, editing, and jotting down ideas as the shadows of the room grow nearer. Closer and closer they come as I watch the time pass. My fingers whizzing across the keyboard, the only sound in the room is the taping of the keys. At this point I am in the zone, in my own world, connecting ideas and writing them down. One page, two pages and eventually three pages completed. As I sit in my desk chair I read over my work time and time again, picking it apart with a fine comb brush. Highlighting and underlining mistakes and spelling errors that I see. After the editing and revision process, it is now time to print a final copy of the paper. Picking up the paper out of the printer with care to not smudge the ink, it is warm to the touch. My eyes are set into motion as I begin to scan the page for mistakes not caught in the first round of editing. Once satisfied with the completed work, it is time to make some food or get a drink. This seems to always get my mind off of my work, so that once I am done taking a break I’ll be able to look at my work again with fresh eyes and a satisfied stomach. One last time I look over my work and at this time and only after this time, I am finally done.
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