“Many anxious graduate student writters…are often chronic procrastinators, dislike writing, have difficulty concentrating on it, and fear evaluation of their work” - Lynn Z. Bloom, "Why Graduate Students Can’t Write"
At least I am not alone. Since all of Blooms statements about anxiety ridden writers are true of me, then I have to ask myself several questions: “What am I doing mastering in English?; Why am I pursuing a career that will plague me with this anxiety?; Why do I choose a field where the main advancement comes from good writing and where I am judged based on my written performance especially when I don’t really even like to write?” Two possibilities occur to me: either the study of English Literature gives me something far more valuable which outweighs the trials of writing or I am unstable and crazy. I plan on exploring the first possibility and will spare you my thoughts on the later.
I love studying English Literature, I love bringing it to others and I love language itself. I belong in English. But it is not because I am a gifted writer but because I value the thinking and the transformative ability of language as it exists in literature. As I write this I pause and start talking aloud to myself. I complete all my thoughts on the subject verbally explaining myself and my understanding of what I am doing in this field. It is now out of my mouth and gone. I have no record other than my incomplete memory. However, this fact that my words would be here and gone in a moment, is the very thing that has enabled me to compose them. As my thoughts are not written down they will not stand for judgement; therefore I can compose freely without the constrain of the critic. However, it is necessarily that I write; I have to; I will continue.
Perhaps there are two sides of the study of English. One is like a puzzle, where I have questions that need answers and I have a wealth of information to put together. I listen to lectures, I talk to colleagues, I read articles and books. These are the pieces I gather, then when I have sorted by color and type I sit down and think, write and answer my questions. The process of putting the pieces together can be nerve racking and anxiety ridden, sometimes it is also fun. However, it is always work and the task of writing always feel like a task.
The other side to English is the reading of the actual texts. This hardly ever feels like work and I read with delight and full attention. I marvel at the use of language, hundreds of questions come to my head, I make connections and I enjoy what I am doing. Phrases and words from authors continue to come to my mind after reading and I keep my questions so that I can go about answering them. What draws me to the humanities and especially to literature is that it seeks to answer not only the minute questions of one text or one sentence, but by discovering the answers to the smaller questions, it demands that the larger questions of life also be answered.
The study of literature directly concerns the study of life, the world and humanity. I am willing to make such a bold claim because I believe it to be true and for me it is the foundation of my work and my enjoyment of it.
I am not particularly ambitious. I simply want to think about the world through the experiences and conversations I have and through the literature I read. English literature is the field where this is possible.