Bugger, bugger, bugger. Totally spaced on the fact that I agreed to present my paper from the Who Conference at the Rosemont Grad Conference. Which is, um, this Saturday.
Normally this wouldn't be such a terrible or awful thing, except: (1) I have eleventy frillion things going on this weekend, including Midsummer Ritual, Tree and Al's going away party, and going home to Lebanon for the annual Father's Day Hersey Park Trip. (2) I am waaaay behind in my revisions of the paper for the book. Which was due a few weeks ago. What can I say? I'm pulling a Doc. ANYWAY, the book people know it's late and that I'm still working on it and whatnot, but Sarah wants to read the paper well before Saturday and offer suggestions for further rewrites, which hahahahahaha, I love her optimism.
All of this is putting it plainly to me that I do not want to pursue a PhD any time in the near future as I loathe this style of writing. Doc and I had a conversation about it a month or two ago where I asked him if he enjoyed academic writing. He enthusiastically responded that he did. No, not me. I have the worst time wrapping my head around it. I like to be able to have style and flair and an easy conversational tone in my writing. Working on this rewrite puts me right back into the same struggle I had when I initially wrote the paper and it's entirely frustrating. I feel stagnant and lost and unable to articulate myself properly; it's just maddening. I tried to express this to the Doc and he seemed to understand what I was going through and offered me a number of suggestions. He also reminded me that he's been an academic writer for a long time and that it doesn't come to you over night. Still, working on this makes me want to claw at my skin in despair.
ANYWAY, for those that missed the Welsh version, I will be presenting my paper again at Rosemont this Saturday, time TBA. I'm almost more nervous about presenting it this time around because I will actually know people and have to face them afterward, plus I don't want to disappoint Sarah. But if I blow major chunks, I am comforted that I will have a party to attend afterward that will have alcohol to comfort me, not to mention a super-cute little lady to cheer me.
In the meantime, my car is in the shop. I need to get a haircut. I'd like to shop for some new ritual attire. I have my final(!) dentist appointment tomorrow. I'm going to see the New York Dolls on Thursday. I have, like, 14 blog updates to do to recap recent adventures to Llama-palooza, going to see Cinematic Titanic (OMG, hilarious, amazing and made my life), and Six Flags. Stay tuned.
Normally this wouldn't be such a terrible or awful thing, except: (1) I have eleventy frillion things going on this weekend, including Midsummer Ritual, Tree and Al's going away party, and going home to Lebanon for the annual Father's Day Hersey Park Trip. (2) I am waaaay behind in my revisions of the paper for the book. Which was due a few weeks ago. What can I say? I'm pulling a Doc. ANYWAY, the book people know it's late and that I'm still working on it and whatnot, but Sarah wants to read the paper well before Saturday and offer suggestions for further rewrites, which hahahahahaha, I love her optimism.
All of this is putting it plainly to me that I do not want to pursue a PhD any time in the near future as I loathe this style of writing. Doc and I had a conversation about it a month or two ago where I asked him if he enjoyed academic writing. He enthusiastically responded that he did. No, not me. I have the worst time wrapping my head around it. I like to be able to have style and flair and an easy conversational tone in my writing. Working on this rewrite puts me right back into the same struggle I had when I initially wrote the paper and it's entirely frustrating. I feel stagnant and lost and unable to articulate myself properly; it's just maddening. I tried to express this to the Doc and he seemed to understand what I was going through and offered me a number of suggestions. He also reminded me that he's been an academic writer for a long time and that it doesn't come to you over night. Still, working on this makes me want to claw at my skin in despair.
ANYWAY, for those that missed the Welsh version, I will be presenting my paper again at Rosemont this Saturday, time TBA. I'm almost more nervous about presenting it this time around because I will actually know people and have to face them afterward, plus I don't want to disappoint Sarah. But if I blow major chunks, I am comforted that I will have a party to attend afterward that will have alcohol to comfort me, not to mention a super-cute little lady to cheer me.
In the meantime, my car is in the shop. I need to get a haircut. I'd like to shop for some new ritual attire. I have my final(!) dentist appointment tomorrow. I'm going to see the New York Dolls on Thursday. I have, like, 14 blog updates to do to recap recent adventures to Llama-palooza, going to see Cinematic Titanic (OMG, hilarious, amazing and made my life), and Six Flags. Stay tuned.
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