Literary Projectile Vomit

Having spent the better part of my day writing a critical literary analysis of "The Tale of Despereaux" I feel completely confident that I am an expert on literary projectile vomit. I'm not talking about Despereaux, who of course is the winner of the Newberry award, but of my own writing about said book. The assignment is for my Resources and Services for Children class. Much to my dismay, I realized (after the add/drop period) that I am NOT a fan of children's literature. Sure I read it myself when I was very young (I move to the YA section fairly young) and I read books to Danielle before we started our Trixie Belden tradition, but overall this is not my area, and I am NOT enjoying this class.

I understand the concept of narrative elements. I recognize a theme when I see one. I can discuss plot and setting and tone and point of view. I read the book. I took notes. I recognized each of these literary elements as a came across them and dutifully noted the page number in order to appropriately cite examples. In went into my brain in courses, the actual book, the required reviews, yet today as I tried to organize my paper into a cohesive analysis of Kate DiCamillo's novel, the information spread itself across the screen as "literary projectile vomit!"

What a horrible image, I know. But it feels appropriate. And the more I tried to clean up the mess the more atrocious the problem became. And then I realized my problem. It wasn't that I didn't understand the concept. The problem is that my brain processor is broken. My ability to take in multiple pieces of information and put them into a cohesive concept is gone. And I know what is to blame...Facebook. This is the fault of Facebook. Social networking has contaminated by over sized brain (medically not intellectually) with so much random stimuli that I have lost the ability to process things logically.

Every day I go in and check my energy levels, and view pictures of friends, and post any prophetic thoughts. Then I check the library's page, and return in messages, and go check my stamina, then click "like" for "People for Puppies" then upload a new profile pick, then go check plant some seeds, then go accept a gift, and on and on and on! There is no rhyme or reason to it. There is no need to sort through and synthesize the information in a consistent way. It jumps at you with red tags and notifications, and you can't focus on one thing without being interrupted by another.

So three lagging thoughts remain. 1) Is this really how I feel or am I just brain dead from Despereaux? and 2) Do I really believe this or is it just an excuse for crappy writing and 3) If 1 & 2 are correct, what am I going to do about it?

I'm not ready to give up my Facebook, but I do recognize that it is the biggest time sucker of my day! How I will deal with that remains to be seen. Regardless, I will end this post as I need to go check my crops, refill my energy, and find out what people REALLY think about me on "Get Revealed".