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Oct. 24th, 2012 11:28 pmI wrote a beautiful post about what happened today and I lost it. I think the weight off my shoulders leads to bad typing. Worse typing.
Anyhow, the big news is that my supervisor is a most wonderful supervisor and my whole big document is with the admin people and about to wing its way to examiners.
I won't know what happens from here until the examination process is at an end. At that stage, there are three possibilities: fail, pass with emendations and pass outright. We all hope for the latter, but it's not the most typical result - and the theses I have examined myself, I'm afraid, were all passed with emendations. My best hope is that the examiners will be sensible in what they want changed and not try to do what one of the examiners of the first PhD did, which was demand that I rewrite the whole thing on a slightly different subject. This is one of the reasons the examination of that first doctorate took three years. The examiner didn't understand the system and I paid for it. So I am, at this stage, rather nervous. I can't do anything at this point except wait.
What I'm doing (besides applying for jobs and waiting) is writing up large chunks of my dissertation for publication. This means changing their focus away from my novel (for creative writing dissertations are exegetical) and sorting intellectual contexts clearly. This is the moment when I get to link my historiographical self with my critical analysis self and I really, really like this.
I also have a chapter of a book to write - and am totally looking forward to getting into that. And I promised someone a short story and have notes, but have not actually written it. I gravely doubt that the publication will actually want a Gillian short story when they see it, but I'd like to write the thing. We so need more SF about dentists, after all.
In between all this, the Beast is happening (though we took a break tonight, due to general fatigue) and I must pick up my other work again, the book that got put on hold (after most of the research and before the writing) due to the PhD. I need do a proposal and see if I can find a publisher, I think. I had actually written a couple of chapters, but one wonderful thing that's happened the last three years is that I've had time to think and the book isn't the book I thought it was. I shall leave you not knowing what it is, however, for I am cruel and heartless. Also tired.
And I want to write a novel. I always want to write a novel. It's only in the planning stages, though, so it can mull along in the background while I write these other things.
I think I get a couple of quiet weeks in late January. Maybe. I'm going to enjoy these next three months, though - I'd rather work hard at the things I enjoy than wait in a vacuum for life to go pearshaped again. If I'm really really lucky, may life will refuse to go pearshaped, just this once.
Anyhow, the big news is that the PhD is up to being examined. Wish me luck!
Anyhow, the big news is that my supervisor is a most wonderful supervisor and my whole big document is with the admin people and about to wing its way to examiners.
I won't know what happens from here until the examination process is at an end. At that stage, there are three possibilities: fail, pass with emendations and pass outright. We all hope for the latter, but it's not the most typical result - and the theses I have examined myself, I'm afraid, were all passed with emendations. My best hope is that the examiners will be sensible in what they want changed and not try to do what one of the examiners of the first PhD did, which was demand that I rewrite the whole thing on a slightly different subject. This is one of the reasons the examination of that first doctorate took three years. The examiner didn't understand the system and I paid for it. So I am, at this stage, rather nervous. I can't do anything at this point except wait.
What I'm doing (besides applying for jobs and waiting) is writing up large chunks of my dissertation for publication. This means changing their focus away from my novel (for creative writing dissertations are exegetical) and sorting intellectual contexts clearly. This is the moment when I get to link my historiographical self with my critical analysis self and I really, really like this.
I also have a chapter of a book to write - and am totally looking forward to getting into that. And I promised someone a short story and have notes, but have not actually written it. I gravely doubt that the publication will actually want a Gillian short story when they see it, but I'd like to write the thing. We so need more SF about dentists, after all.
In between all this, the Beast is happening (though we took a break tonight, due to general fatigue) and I must pick up my other work again, the book that got put on hold (after most of the research and before the writing) due to the PhD. I need do a proposal and see if I can find a publisher, I think. I had actually written a couple of chapters, but one wonderful thing that's happened the last three years is that I've had time to think and the book isn't the book I thought it was. I shall leave you not knowing what it is, however, for I am cruel and heartless. Also tired.
And I want to write a novel. I always want to write a novel. It's only in the planning stages, though, so it can mull along in the background while I write these other things.
I think I get a couple of quiet weeks in late January. Maybe. I'm going to enjoy these next three months, though - I'd rather work hard at the things I enjoy than wait in a vacuum for life to go pearshaped again. If I'm really really lucky, may life will refuse to go pearshaped, just this once.
Anyhow, the big news is that the PhD is up to being examined. Wish me luck!