One of the good things about NYU is Ticket Central. One visit to their website (and today to the booth in person) has netted me:
1. Last night's (ORCHESTRA SEATING) ticket to Dr. Atomic at the Met
2. Today's cheap ticket to MoMA (so I could visit the Pollocks)
3. Tonight's ($30) ticket to see Equus (stage seating, which sucks, but NYU has a special deal with the theater...regular tickets in the nosebleeds are $116! That's what happens when you say the words "Harry Potter" and "full frontal" in the same sentence)
3. Tomorrow's cheap ticket to Avenue Q
All for a little over $50...not bad at all.
Okay, off to meet with my second chair committee member...keep your fingers crossed for me.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Delayed Gratification
I just wrote an email to a former student who is now an English teacher. It ended with the line, "every day that you bang your head on your desk in frustration, know that years from now you'll get an email from a student saying that you've changed his or her life." It is comforting to remember how true that statement is. Teaching is a profession based on delayed gratification. It takes years for students to realize how much you care about them. I've been out of the public schools for three years now, and I still get facebook notes and emails from students. Two of my former students are English teachers(!), two more are gearing up for graduate school, and one who is still in high school wrote me to let me know that his reading skills have really developed, in part from being in my class. It really makes me miss being in a classroom. Somehow, I'm not sure being an adjunct professor, textbook author, or administrator can compete with battling in the trenches of a public high school classroom.
Or maybe I'm just a masochist. Whatever it is, I hope that at this time next year, the words "Dr. Broome" are stenciled above a classroom door (or, much more realistically, on the side of a traveling cart).
Besides, I love handing out stickers. I miss stickers.
Or maybe I'm just a masochist. Whatever it is, I hope that at this time next year, the words "Dr. Broome" are stenciled above a classroom door (or, much more realistically, on the side of a traveling cart).
Besides, I love handing out stickers. I miss stickers.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Disgruntled
Note to all of you who are planning on writing a dissertation when living in wedded or cohabitated bliss: invest in earplugs and blinders. Since Nick is currently working night shift, he sleeps from 9 a.m.- 2 p.m. Today, I was in the middle of a writing binge, and I had the phrasing of a tricky passage down in my head--I mean I had nailed it, the phrasing was elegant, precise, and said exactly what I wanted it to say. I was just about to type it when...
Nick's alarms go off.
Nick turns on the television at top volume.
I lose my beautiful paragraph forever.
It's totally not his fault, and I sympathize with him (working swing shift in college was difficult enough for me). However, I have come to the firm conclusion I simply cannot write when he is in the house. He likes background noise too much, and it drives me batty.
In other news, I finished a very, very, very rough draft of my findings chapter. I'm not happy with it right now, but am too frustrated and tired to edit. I hope I'll see things a little more clearly in the morning...that is, assuming Nick's alarms don't cause me to have a seizure.
Nick's alarms go off.
Nick turns on the television at top volume.
I lose my beautiful paragraph forever.
It's totally not his fault, and I sympathize with him (working swing shift in college was difficult enough for me). However, I have come to the firm conclusion I simply cannot write when he is in the house. He likes background noise too much, and it drives me batty.
In other news, I finished a very, very, very rough draft of my findings chapter. I'm not happy with it right now, but am too frustrated and tired to edit. I hope I'll see things a little more clearly in the morning...that is, assuming Nick's alarms don't cause me to have a seizure.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Progress (I think) and a gendered travel issue...
I spent today working on Chapter 5 ("Findings"). I've written about 1/3 of the first half of the chapter (yes, that's 1/6 of the total chapter, or about 45 notecards). I'm pleased with it for the most part, but that is because I don't have anything to compare it to, genre-wise. I would feel better if I could see another dissertation with similar methodology, just to see if I am including everything I should. I'm also concerned that the writing is kind of clunky. I am trying to let my participants do most of the talking in this chapter, so that they speak through me instead of me speaking for them. However, that currently translates to something that looks like this:
[one line of my writing that introduces the subject under discussion]
[10-25 line quote from participant]
[one line of summation]
[repeat]
I don't like the looks of it. Oh, well; I'm meeting with my committee head in a couple of weeks, and if she doesn't like it she will tell me how to fix it.
The writing was uninterrupted for the most part. I organized and wrote from 11-3, then took a break to find my APA Manual. After half an hour of searching, I realized I have somehow managed to lose my 3rd manual in 4 years. Sigh. So I went to the bookstore down the street and plopped down another $30, only to realize when I got it home that it doesn't contain the answer to my question (about citation of interviews). Double sigh. I then just gave up and wrote for another four hours. Time flies when you're drowning in notecards.
I also realized today that I have a very gender-specific problem. In two weeks, I am flying from Ohio to New York, from New York to North Carolina, then from North Carolina to Tampa. In the 13 days that I am gone, I have to dress professionally for two days in New York (I'll be seeing the same people, and it is a huge faux pas for a woman to wear the same suit two days in a row) and for three days in Tampa (presenting at the conference one day, scouting out jobs the other two, seeing the same people all three days). I also have to attend a meeting with my Mom in North Carolina, which necessitates an all-weather professional outfit (suitable for 90 degree heat or 60 degree tropical storms). Because the airlines are charging obscene fees for checking baggage, I am going to be living out of one carry-on suitcase and a bookbag (filled with my dissertation work and presentation stuff). New York is supposed to be in the 50-60F range, while Tampa is expected to be in the 80-90F range. North Carolina, of course, is anybody's guess. So, at an absolute minimum, I need to pack:
2 cool-weather professional suits
3 warm-weather, non-wrinkling [i.e., no linen] professional suits
dress shoes that coordinate
jeans, a t-shirt, and sweater for days off in NC
stockings, camisoles, etc.
comfortable walking shoes
(2) 3 oz. bottles each of shampoo, face soap, lotion, body wash, hair gunk
wind, sun, and sweat-proof makeup (argh- hate it, but it's a necessary evil)
A coat for New York
Now, I do not consider myself high-maintenance. True, I do have that Momma-instilled Southern Guilt Complex where I live in fear of being called "tacky," but really...I'm not exactly a heavy packer, if you exclude the suitcase of books I usually take when I travel (I haven't even decided how to address my fear of being stuck somewhere with nothing to read). Still, I am blamed if I can see how I am going to manage to get all this stuff into a carry-on, even if I do pull the "pack two pairs of slacks and have them dry-cleaned at the hotel on alternate days" trick. If only I could get away with just changing my shirt and tie (as I have seen men do at conferences--don't think we don't notice you can get away with the same suit for a week!)
Arrgh.
[one line of my writing that introduces the subject under discussion]
[10-25 line quote from participant]
[one line of summation]
[repeat]
I don't like the looks of it. Oh, well; I'm meeting with my committee head in a couple of weeks, and if she doesn't like it she will tell me how to fix it.
The writing was uninterrupted for the most part. I organized and wrote from 11-3, then took a break to find my APA Manual. After half an hour of searching, I realized I have somehow managed to lose my 3rd manual in 4 years. Sigh. So I went to the bookstore down the street and plopped down another $30, only to realize when I got it home that it doesn't contain the answer to my question (about citation of interviews). Double sigh. I then just gave up and wrote for another four hours. Time flies when you're drowning in notecards.
I also realized today that I have a very gender-specific problem. In two weeks, I am flying from Ohio to New York, from New York to North Carolina, then from North Carolina to Tampa. In the 13 days that I am gone, I have to dress professionally for two days in New York (I'll be seeing the same people, and it is a huge faux pas for a woman to wear the same suit two days in a row) and for three days in Tampa (presenting at the conference one day, scouting out jobs the other two, seeing the same people all three days). I also have to attend a meeting with my Mom in North Carolina, which necessitates an all-weather professional outfit (suitable for 90 degree heat or 60 degree tropical storms). Because the airlines are charging obscene fees for checking baggage, I am going to be living out of one carry-on suitcase and a bookbag (filled with my dissertation work and presentation stuff). New York is supposed to be in the 50-60F range, while Tampa is expected to be in the 80-90F range. North Carolina, of course, is anybody's guess. So, at an absolute minimum, I need to pack:
2 cool-weather professional suits
3 warm-weather, non-wrinkling [i.e., no linen] professional suits
dress shoes that coordinate
jeans, a t-shirt, and sweater for days off in NC
stockings, camisoles, etc.
comfortable walking shoes
(2) 3 oz. bottles each of shampoo, face soap, lotion, body wash, hair gunk
wind, sun, and sweat-proof makeup (argh- hate it, but it's a necessary evil)
A coat for New York
Now, I do not consider myself high-maintenance. True, I do have that Momma-instilled Southern Guilt Complex where I live in fear of being called "tacky," but really...I'm not exactly a heavy packer, if you exclude the suitcase of books I usually take when I travel (I haven't even decided how to address my fear of being stuck somewhere with nothing to read). Still, I am blamed if I can see how I am going to manage to get all this stuff into a carry-on, even if I do pull the "pack two pairs of slacks and have them dry-cleaned at the hotel on alternate days" trick. If only I could get away with just changing my shirt and tie (as I have seen men do at conferences--don't think we don't notice you can get away with the same suit for a week!)
Arrgh.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Foaming at the Mouth...
First, a little note on my progress. I have a seven-chapter dissertation to write. Here is the breakdown of how much time I anticipate spending on each chapter:
Chapter/ Description/ Percentage of time spent writing and revising
Chapter 1 Introduction 2.5% (draft and first revision finished)
Chapter 2 Lit. Review 30% (it's gonna suck, which is why I'm doing it last)
Chapter 3 Methodology 5% (draft finished and sent off for revisions)
Chapter 4 Participants 2.5% (draft finished and sent off for revisions
Chapter 5 Findings 50% ("this is what I found")
Chapter 6 Interpretations 5% ("um, this is what I think Chapter 5 means")
Chapter 7 Significance 5% (piece of cake)
I am about to begin work on Chapter 5. This chapter is gonna take up most of the dissertation, and it's going to involve a lot of organizational labor. The way I write all my big papers is to record my info on index cards, lay the cards out on the floor, then group and order them like puzzle pieces. Yes, it's old-fashioned (I learned this method in high school) and takes a lot of space and time. However, once everything is ordered, writing is a snap. It's just like I used to tell my students: good writing is 70% planning, 20% revision, and 10% word processing. I made the index cards for research question one (I haven't even started the "recursive process of theme extraction and hierarchical categorization" for Research Question Two...) this Friday night (a little over 200 cards, if you're interested, and yes, that was my exciting Friday night).
To be honest, I am more than a little intimidated by this chapter. I don't have a model for how to write it, and I am totally at sea. I need to see models to get an idea of how this genre works and how to adapt it to my own needs. I've been really anxious about writing this chapter for a while now. Even though it's not the most difficult chapter (that would be the Lit Review), it is a type of writing that I have never practiced before.
To allay some of my anxiety, I decided to look for online dissertation support groups. I figured that everything is on the In-tar-web these days, and so I could find a group of virtual ABDs working with qualitative methods. One would think...but no. I trolled the Internet for hours and couldn't find one that was (a) free, (b) for the humanities/social sciences, and (c) qualitative. Arrgh! What I DID manage to find made me sick:
http://www.ma-dissertations.com/
http://www.customwritings.com/buy-dissertation.html
http://www.masterpapers.com/purchase_dissertation.htm
Apparently, you can BUY a dissertation. I am not naive. I realize that there are lots of companies out there who will ghostwrite papers. I have seen more than a few in my tenure as a high school teacher. I was always able to recognize them and fail the student, no problem (thanks, www.turnitin.com!) I expect some slothful high school students to try and cheat the system. However, it boggles the mind that someone who is ABD would think they could get away with submitting a purchased dissertation! Don't they realize that their diss would be submitted to UMI and made publically available? That whenever someone else stumbled onto it and realized it was plagiarized, their degree would be revoked? We're talking felenious academic conduct, people! How on earth would you expect to get away with that? More to the point, if you don't want to write your own dissertation, why the hell did you go to grad school in the first place?!
Sigh. It makes me weep.
On another note: I got an email from Committee Member 3 this week. He's agreed to meet with me when I go to NYC next week to meet with my advisor. However, the tone of his email was noncommital. I wasn't expecting a detailed critique, but something along the lines of "it look good" or "get ready to scrap 90% of what you've written" or "your methods section is vague" would at least prepare me somewhat. Now I'm stuck worrying that he is going to hate everything I sent. I won't be able to stop worrying about this until I see him.
One final note: I may not have a virtual support group, but I do have people who rock. I call them in a state of panic/frustration/fury/helplessness and they always manage to get me back on track. I love my friends...I just hope they can put up with my whining for another few months...
Chapter/ Description/ Percentage of time spent writing and revising
Chapter 1 Introduction 2.5% (draft and first revision finished)
Chapter 2 Lit. Review 30% (it's gonna suck, which is why I'm doing it last)
Chapter 3 Methodology 5% (draft finished and sent off for revisions)
Chapter 4 Participants 2.5% (draft finished and sent off for revisions
Chapter 5 Findings 50% ("this is what I found")
Chapter 6 Interpretations 5% ("um, this is what I think Chapter 5 means")
Chapter 7 Significance 5% (piece of cake)
I am about to begin work on Chapter 5. This chapter is gonna take up most of the dissertation, and it's going to involve a lot of organizational labor. The way I write all my big papers is to record my info on index cards, lay the cards out on the floor, then group and order them like puzzle pieces. Yes, it's old-fashioned (I learned this method in high school) and takes a lot of space and time. However, once everything is ordered, writing is a snap. It's just like I used to tell my students: good writing is 70% planning, 20% revision, and 10% word processing. I made the index cards for research question one (I haven't even started the "recursive process of theme extraction and hierarchical categorization" for Research Question Two...) this Friday night (a little over 200 cards, if you're interested, and yes, that was my exciting Friday night).
To be honest, I am more than a little intimidated by this chapter. I don't have a model for how to write it, and I am totally at sea. I need to see models to get an idea of how this genre works and how to adapt it to my own needs. I've been really anxious about writing this chapter for a while now. Even though it's not the most difficult chapter (that would be the Lit Review), it is a type of writing that I have never practiced before.
To allay some of my anxiety, I decided to look for online dissertation support groups. I figured that everything is on the In-tar-web these days, and so I could find a group of virtual ABDs working with qualitative methods. One would think...but no. I trolled the Internet for hours and couldn't find one that was (a) free, (b) for the humanities/social sciences, and (c) qualitative. Arrgh! What I DID manage to find made me sick:
http://www.ma-dissertations.com/
http://www.customwritings.com/buy-dissertation.html
http://www.masterpapers.com/purchase_dissertation.htm
Apparently, you can BUY a dissertation. I am not naive. I realize that there are lots of companies out there who will ghostwrite papers. I have seen more than a few in my tenure as a high school teacher. I was always able to recognize them and fail the student, no problem (thanks, www.turnitin.com!) I expect some slothful high school students to try and cheat the system. However, it boggles the mind that someone who is ABD would think they could get away with submitting a purchased dissertation! Don't they realize that their diss would be submitted to UMI and made publically available? That whenever someone else stumbled onto it and realized it was plagiarized, their degree would be revoked? We're talking felenious academic conduct, people! How on earth would you expect to get away with that? More to the point, if you don't want to write your own dissertation, why the hell did you go to grad school in the first place?!
Sigh. It makes me weep.
On another note: I got an email from Committee Member 3 this week. He's agreed to meet with me when I go to NYC next week to meet with my advisor. However, the tone of his email was noncommital. I wasn't expecting a detailed critique, but something along the lines of "it look good" or "get ready to scrap 90% of what you've written" or "your methods section is vague" would at least prepare me somewhat. Now I'm stuck worrying that he is going to hate everything I sent. I won't be able to stop worrying about this until I see him.
One final note: I may not have a virtual support group, but I do have people who rock. I call them in a state of panic/frustration/fury/helplessness and they always manage to get me back on track. I love my friends...I just hope they can put up with my whining for another few months...
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The Happiest Place on Earth Saves the Day
I was playing on Facebook today, wasting yet more time, when the summer program that is the topic of the diss. came to the rescue...again. My mind has been in hibernation for the past six days, which rendered productivity on the diss. useless. As I was poking around the Facebook, I found a note written by a former student and current counselor at the program. The note itself discusses epistemic necessity with what I thought was an interesting approach to the topic. However, I disagreed with the first premise of the argument. So, taking a deconstructivist perspective, I wrote a post to the colleague to argue the issue.
This incident may not seem like a big deal, but it is. The posting forced me to think about an issue in a systematic, logical manner using major theorists as a base for my original argument. Hey, sounds suspiciously like what I'm supposed to be doing for a dissertation. I feel like my brain has been jolted awake all of a sudden. I am now thinking more clearly and feel ready to tackle that reading I have to do in order to write Chapter 3. All it took was a little (virtual) intellectual argument to force me to use the little grey cells.
So, once again, the summer program and its staff manages to support me even when it is not in session. Is there anything this place can't do?
This incident may not seem like a big deal, but it is. The posting forced me to think about an issue in a systematic, logical manner using major theorists as a base for my original argument. Hey, sounds suspiciously like what I'm supposed to be doing for a dissertation. I feel like my brain has been jolted awake all of a sudden. I am now thinking more clearly and feel ready to tackle that reading I have to do in order to write Chapter 3. All it took was a little (virtual) intellectual argument to force me to use the little grey cells.
So, once again, the summer program and its staff manages to support me even when it is not in session. Is there anything this place can't do?
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Type A Deadline Gadget
Well, I think I found an answer to my procrastination problem. I found and installed a countdown clock on my computer desktop. I have one for the dissertation deadline (108 days, if you're interested) and a separate one for my current chapter deadline (a measly 9 days). They count down by the hour, minute, and second as well, so every time I look at the computer I can see time ticking away. It should make me paranoid enough to get some work done. Let's hope...
Kvetch, Kvetch, and Feel No Pity
Sigh. Today makes a grand total of five days spent not working on the dissertation. I need some incentive. It's just so easy, with the library half a block from my house, to check out mystery novels and read six in a day. I need someone to remind me that I have deadlines to meet! I was warned that my ludic reading would be a huge procrastination/dodge when I went into grad school. I scoffed, but I should have listened. It's just so nice to be able to curl up in a quilt and figure out the solution of a mystery in the first 50 pages of a novel. It makes me feel much smarter than working on this frustrating part of Chapter 3 in the diss. In fact, Chapter 3 makes me feel like a simpleton. I know so little about methodology.
Actually, that's not true. The problem is that I view these methods as common sense. However, since I am a lowly grad student, I must find "real" scholars to back me up when I defend my thematic sorting analysis. This takes time and means I have to read really, really, really awkwardly written books by a professor who hates me (I'll tell that story sometime later). I try to read her work, but it literally puts me to sleep. Seriously, I've tried to read this one chapter six times now, and each time I fall asleep and wake up several hours later with the book imprinted on my face. Sigh.
Tomorrow is another day. Perhaps I'll make a dress out of this book when I've finished it. Better than green curtains, surely.
Actually, that's not true. The problem is that I view these methods as common sense. However, since I am a lowly grad student, I must find "real" scholars to back me up when I defend my thematic sorting analysis. This takes time and means I have to read really, really, really awkwardly written books by a professor who hates me (I'll tell that story sometime later). I try to read her work, but it literally puts me to sleep. Seriously, I've tried to read this one chapter six times now, and each time I fall asleep and wake up several hours later with the book imprinted on my face. Sigh.
Tomorrow is another day. Perhaps I'll make a dress out of this book when I've finished it. Better than green curtains, surely.
Friday, October 3, 2008
The English Teacher is Vindicated!
Just more proof that cool people know their Shakespeare:
http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/186547/october-02-2008/shakespearean-candidates---stephen-greenblatt
http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/186547/october-02-2008/shakespearean-candidates---stephen-greenblatt
Kvetching and Sleep Deprivation
Nick is on night call for the next six weeks. Basically, this means that he works from 5 p.m.-7 a.m., comes home and sleeps from 8 a.m.-2 p.m., then does some reading and goes back in to the hospital. What's frustrating is that this schedule change is wreaking havoc with my own dissertation writing. It took me almost a month to get into a routine writing schedule, and now that he is here during the day I can't seem to make myself stick to it.
A large part of my reluctance to write when he is here has to do with the two of us sharing his computer. He needs to download patient records and professional reading before he goes into work, and I don't want to get on a writing binge and have him interrupt it (nothing annoys me more than having a great idea, then being unable to work with it immediately. When that happens, I just drop the idea entirely--it leaves my head and disappears into the ether before I can get it down on paper). The other part concerns his alarms. They are several in number. They are ear-piercingly loud--we're talking nuclear drill loud, should-be-illegal-because-they-will-permanently-damage-your-hearing loud. I still get an adrenaline shock whenever I hear one (my body thinks the end is nigh or something). When the alarms go off, whatever thoughts I was transferring from my brain onto paper run for the hills of my subconscious. (Don't you love mixing metaphors? I prefer the muffin method, as per Alton Brown). I get so angry at the loss that I give up writing.
I know these are just normal things that any resident's wife must deal with, and these are not actually insurmountable problems. However, I can't seem to get over my mental block and write while Nick is asleep. Arrrgh...
A large part of my reluctance to write when he is here has to do with the two of us sharing his computer. He needs to download patient records and professional reading before he goes into work, and I don't want to get on a writing binge and have him interrupt it (nothing annoys me more than having a great idea, then being unable to work with it immediately. When that happens, I just drop the idea entirely--it leaves my head and disappears into the ether before I can get it down on paper). The other part concerns his alarms. They are several in number. They are ear-piercingly loud--we're talking nuclear drill loud, should-be-illegal-because-they-will-permanently-damage-your-hearing loud. I still get an adrenaline shock whenever I hear one (my body thinks the end is nigh or something). When the alarms go off, whatever thoughts I was transferring from my brain onto paper run for the hills of my subconscious. (Don't you love mixing metaphors? I prefer the muffin method, as per Alton Brown). I get so angry at the loss that I give up writing.
I know these are just normal things that any resident's wife must deal with, and these are not actually insurmountable problems. However, I can't seem to get over my mental block and write while Nick is asleep. Arrrgh...
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
It pays to be in the Family...
Kevin, the future husband of my close friend Ca, is a computer programmer. After one of my phone calls to Ca, he took pity on me and sent an article about retrieving files from my old hard drive. Nick read the article and made out a simple step-by-step list. And guess what?
IT WORKED!
I spent all day today (actually, only about 6 hours) recovering my files. They are now sitting on Nick's computer. Woo-hoo!
Geek Squad also called today to inform me that they sent my laptop back to Best Buy...without (a) fixing it or (b) explaining what was wrong with it. Sigh. It is on its way back to Geek Squad HQ for another month. Nick thinks it would be a waste of money to repair it and wants me to just get a new one. He sees my 3-year-old laptop as an antique, which I think is ridiculous. I have no patience with planned obsolescence, and when I bought that laptop I expected it to last five years at the minimum. Sigh. Apparently I am in the minority.
At any rate, I told Nick that I would go to a Mac rather than have to deal with Vista. He was furious about that (since he builds computers for fun, he is all about the PC- apparently you can't build your own Mac). I ended up purchasing another copy of XP before they are out of stock and no longer exist. I will worry about changing to Vista when (a) this dissertation is over (b) all the bugs are worked out or (c) I learn to work Linux.
Whew. I have also made progress on the chapter drafts. I have drafted and completed the first round of edits to Chapter 1, drafted all of Chapter 4, and drafted 90% of Chapter 3. If I can avoid going into Chapter 13 this year (still unemployed), I might actually become Dr. Broome. Perish the thought.
Off to read a book that is due to the library tomorrow.
IT WORKED!
I spent all day today (actually, only about 6 hours) recovering my files. They are now sitting on Nick's computer. Woo-hoo!
Geek Squad also called today to inform me that they sent my laptop back to Best Buy...without (a) fixing it or (b) explaining what was wrong with it. Sigh. It is on its way back to Geek Squad HQ for another month. Nick thinks it would be a waste of money to repair it and wants me to just get a new one. He sees my 3-year-old laptop as an antique, which I think is ridiculous. I have no patience with planned obsolescence, and when I bought that laptop I expected it to last five years at the minimum. Sigh. Apparently I am in the minority.
At any rate, I told Nick that I would go to a Mac rather than have to deal with Vista. He was furious about that (since he builds computers for fun, he is all about the PC- apparently you can't build your own Mac). I ended up purchasing another copy of XP before they are out of stock and no longer exist. I will worry about changing to Vista when (a) this dissertation is over (b) all the bugs are worked out or (c) I learn to work Linux.
Whew. I have also made progress on the chapter drafts. I have drafted and completed the first round of edits to Chapter 1, drafted all of Chapter 4, and drafted 90% of Chapter 3. If I can avoid going into Chapter 13 this year (still unemployed), I might actually become Dr. Broome. Perish the thought.
Off to read a book that is due to the library tomorrow.
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