bookkeeping

[truepenny]

979 words on a short story which the intrepid matociquala read and told me how to fix.

Also made the first real, albeit infinitesimal, progress I've made on the dis since, um, roughly a week and a half ago. I've started a list of the points I need to deal with in the conclusion. (I know, I know. This is infinitesimal progress. But it beats wringing my hands and despairing, which is what I've been doing for most of the past week.)

Today I did three loads of laundry, balanced mine and Mirrorthaw's checkbooks, made it to the store for necessary groceries.

And heres_luck made incomparably exquisite Indian food for dinner.

Life is not so bad.

Comments

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

Go you!

Rah Rah Sis Boom Bah!

And I am far less intrepid than you. *g*

[oracne.livejournal.com]

Making a list might be a small thing, but maybe it indicates you've now come to terms with the due date.

The five stages of dissertation angst, are they like the five stages of grief?

[libskrat]

There are only five? Really? Details! Details, please!

I need to know this. My husband will be dissertating soon. :)

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

I dunno. I think it's more like the Seven Deadly Sins.

Sloth, Wrath, Sloth, Sloth, Sloth, Sloth, and Sloth

Five Stages of Dissertating

[oracne.livejournal.com]

The overlap is quite startling. At least, I tried to make it so.

1. Denial

Not me! Can't they just give me my degree because I'm so brilliant?

2. Anger or resentment

I shouldn't have to write this thing. And my topic is stupid and does not contribute to the sum total of knowledge in the world. I'm going to get a job at Starbucks and to hell with Academia.

3. Bargaining

Can't I have another six years? I'll publish eight critical essays in major journals, I promise. Will those count as dissertation chapters?

4. Depression

Oh, God. It's really due. I'm doomed. I'll never finish.

5. Acceptance

Okay, it's due. I have a date. I await my doom.