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Oct. 16th, 2012 10:59 amIt's possible that I'm already up to the penultimate draft of the PhD work. All those years in the public service and (more recently) working with small press on books, has made a big difference at this end of things. There are some checks I do automatically (like making sure Word hasn't switched fonts on me) and I know how to see the look of the printed page from the screen version.
This doesn't mean I'm happy with it yet. That's the point, though, with my training, I'm never going to be happy, for I will always worry about that last typo or the fact that a page looks clumsy. One of my publications had reversion to an earlier version just before print, and no-one realised until it was too late. This always haunts me and so I am never content. Apparently most students are happier with less cleaning up before their work goes in and are not quite as careful in the early stages with formatting. This leads, of course, to many iterations.
There may still be problems, of course, but we suddenly have several days to troubleshoot them if there are. And I won't actually come off this high-nerve ledge until the thing is in. I do think, however, that I might be able to return to some of my normal activities from this weekend. If I feel a bit less tired than now, then I might even go to CSFG's meeting tomorrow night.
The other news is that the Beast has suddenly made huge strides. I don't know quite when we'll reach the end, but it will be sooner rather than later, all going well.
All this work never changes things and never changes things and never changes things and then there's a moment when I realise that it does change things, only I was too busy reaching the goal to notice that it's within sight. Not there yet, in other words, but definitely reassured.
Today is mainly about job applications, I think, so it's good to know that the world does shift, even when it feels as if it dosn't. Today my middle name is 'Galileo' - and I am worried I'll be forced to recant and to admit that life is impossibly hard and never changes. Even if I have to recant, however, at least I've had this moment.
This doesn't mean I'm happy with it yet. That's the point, though, with my training, I'm never going to be happy, for I will always worry about that last typo or the fact that a page looks clumsy. One of my publications had reversion to an earlier version just before print, and no-one realised until it was too late. This always haunts me and so I am never content. Apparently most students are happier with less cleaning up before their work goes in and are not quite as careful in the early stages with formatting. This leads, of course, to many iterations.
There may still be problems, of course, but we suddenly have several days to troubleshoot them if there are. And I won't actually come off this high-nerve ledge until the thing is in. I do think, however, that I might be able to return to some of my normal activities from this weekend. If I feel a bit less tired than now, then I might even go to CSFG's meeting tomorrow night.
The other news is that the Beast has suddenly made huge strides. I don't know quite when we'll reach the end, but it will be sooner rather than later, all going well.
All this work never changes things and never changes things and never changes things and then there's a moment when I realise that it does change things, only I was too busy reaching the goal to notice that it's within sight. Not there yet, in other words, but definitely reassured.
Today is mainly about job applications, I think, so it's good to know that the world does shift, even when it feels as if it dosn't. Today my middle name is 'Galileo' - and I am worried I'll be forced to recant and to admit that life is impossibly hard and never changes. Even if I have to recant, however, at least I've had this moment.