Speaking of metaphors, long-time readers might wonder what happened to my Octopus, otherwise known as the MMP-1, MMP-2, and MMP-3. Well, MMP-1 is under consideration (for the second time), and I was slogging doggedly away at the MMP-2 when I dreamed a solution to my organizational difficulties with the MMP-3.
The MMP-3 started life as two conference papers, and for (mumble) years they refused either to coalesce or to separate tidily. Nonetheless, I remained convinced that they belonged together, if I could just figure out how to do it, and every so often I poked them to see whether they’d respond. I hadn’t poked them in months when this dream came.
Normally a dream solution, in my life and head, would go something like, “Add Sputnik and Queen Victoria, and you’ll have a carrot!” The dream-self would say, “Of course, why didn’t I think of that sooner?”
When I woke up, obviously, I’d be all, “WTF???”
But this time, it was a real, workable solution. I wrote out the outline, and pulled out the topic sentences separately to check, and sure enough, they make a little mini-essay, just like they’re supposed to. So, back to the MMP-3.
Being what I am, every time I look up a critical quotation for it, I notice something I have to add to the MMP-2 or even to Entirely Different Essay.
Some things never change.