Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life

[truepenny]

Wiscon is over for another year.

matociquala is on her way back home.

My dissertation is still finished. I have retired my two dissertation-specific icons, replacing the burdened and burdensome albatross with this Wandering Albatross in flight, photographed by Tony Palliser, which I found here.

This is the first time in twenty-five years, since I started kindergarten at the age of four, that I have not been in school. It feels very strange and not quite real, like I'm going to wake up and it's all going to turn out to be some very complicated mistake.

Thank you, btw, to everyone who posted with congratulations, and everyone who was thrilled when I told them at Wiscon that I was done. I appreciate your enthusiasm tremendously.

I need to post about the sf & romance panel, and I need to post about this year's Tiptree winner, which I just finished reading (and which is fucking amazing). I need to clean my desk (for real this time, instead of just shoving everything into empty drawers in the roll-top to get the clutter out of sight). I need to update our financial records, because that's one of those things that just hasn't been happening the past several months. There are house things that need doing, because we're closing in a month. I need to make a vet appointment for one of the cats for vaccinations. There are books stacked everywhere that I need and want to read. (Reading can be pleasure again, and not larded liberally with guilt. It's like a whole new world.) I have drafts to read for people. I need to get to the post office, to mail things to Bear and to send out the four short stories that have been languishing, like so many other parts of my life, while I was wrestling the dis. to a draw.

And I need to write.

I have a necklace-story for elisem that has been slowly accreting and needs some serious attention, and I have an earring-story to write. I have a couple of half-finished novels that would like to be worked on. And I have Kekropia.

Six chapters written, which I think and hope is about half the book. The deadline for the ms is the first of May next year. Currently, I'm printing out those first six chapters to reread them and try to get back into the world of the story. I know some of the things that are going to happen, have no idea about others, and am truly eager to discover how they're all going to play.

I'll be back to my usual bitching and despondency soon enough, never fear. But just for the moment, life feels pretty damn good.

And I've got work to do.

Comments

[tzikeh.livejournal.com]

When you're feeling Hamlet-y again, remind me to tell you about the guy who presented the paper on how Buffy and Hamlet are similar. Except for the part where he was wrong about Hamlet and wrong about Buffy.

HIS ANALOGIES R PASTEDE ON YAY!

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty much always feeling Hamlet-y. Apparently it's hardwired into the system--as I discovered by watching the Ethan Hawke Hamlet last weekend. Ethan Hawke notwithstanding, I loved watching the movie and seeing what it did with the play. My love for Hamlet has emerged unscathed.

And, I'm sorry, but Hamlet and Buffy? Wtf?

[oracne.livejournal.com]

Congratulations again!

Great icon.