Sneaking Suspicion

Last night, in the delirious wee hours of the morning, I whipped up two pages of my paper with more ease than usual, and while lying in bed. I had a sneaking suspicion that what I was writing was crap, and so I decided to stop and go to sleep.

I spent the last three hours revising last night's work, and adding footnotes and quotes in Greek (both of which are the time-consuming and laborious parts of research papers). I realized that the crap I wrote last night was actually not that bad. If I had known, I would have rode out the feeling and written more.