Wednesday, September 27, 2006
A-hem....
So I'm a shitty blogger. I ADMIT IT! GET OFF MY BACK ALREADY! Sheeesh.
Actually, not a soul has commented on my lack of blogging recently. That's really pathetic -- it means you're all used to me taking long breaks from writing and it doesn't even bother you. Well, it should. So there. Bah.
Anyway, onto some news. I'm now TAing for a course outside of my home department, and I've just received word that I've got an RA job in my department -- and in my actual field of expertise to boot. I knew the fall would be better than the summer. No cast, more money, actual work commitments and scheduling -- this is the life every academic dreams of! Although the no cast thing is probably of less importance to others. It's damn important to me though.
On the downside, my place is a total pigsty and I hate cleaning. Anyone willing to trade some writing lessons for housecleaning?
Actually, not a soul has commented on my lack of blogging recently. That's really pathetic -- it means you're all used to me taking long breaks from writing and it doesn't even bother you. Well, it should. So there. Bah.
Anyway, onto some news. I'm now TAing for a course outside of my home department, and I've just received word that I've got an RA job in my department -- and in my actual field of expertise to boot. I knew the fall would be better than the summer. No cast, more money, actual work commitments and scheduling -- this is the life every academic dreams of! Although the no cast thing is probably of less importance to others. It's damn important to me though.
On the downside, my place is a total pigsty and I hate cleaning. Anyone willing to trade some writing lessons for housecleaning?
Monday, September 11, 2006
It's Official!
I'm ABD -- all but dissertation, all but done, almost bloody done, all beer day -- whatever you call it, I've got those letters. My final oral exam was today and it went better than I expected, although I wouldn't advise eating fish the night before an exam when you tend to have anxious tummy problems. Salmon + stress = pain.
So now I'll be a full-time writer. What does that mean anyway? It means I need a revitalized writing space, so this week I'm going to paint my snug. I don't have an office -- the den houses our computer, but it also acts as a TV-cum-guest room, so I inhabit a small nook instead. My snug is off the kitchen, within good earshot of the stereo, and far enough away from the TV that people can watch it and I can be undisturbed. But it is, like most of our main room, yellow, and it's just not serene enough for my creative tastes. The colour I've chosen is actually called "Dreamweaver." It's a lovely sage green, the name cracks me up, and it goes nicely with the giant pre-Raphaelite poster that dominates the space.
I promise more updates in the future. I need to get into writing mode, and morning/afternoon blogging seems like a decent motivator. Just be prepared for my new entries to be really fucking boring, unless you happen to enjoy musings on Chartism and Victorian unionism.
So now I'll be a full-time writer. What does that mean anyway? It means I need a revitalized writing space, so this week I'm going to paint my snug. I don't have an office -- the den houses our computer, but it also acts as a TV-cum-guest room, so I inhabit a small nook instead. My snug is off the kitchen, within good earshot of the stereo, and far enough away from the TV that people can watch it and I can be undisturbed. But it is, like most of our main room, yellow, and it's just not serene enough for my creative tastes. The colour I've chosen is actually called "Dreamweaver." It's a lovely sage green, the name cracks me up, and it goes nicely with the giant pre-Raphaelite poster that dominates the space.
I promise more updates in the future. I need to get into writing mode, and morning/afternoon blogging seems like a decent motivator. Just be prepared for my new entries to be really fucking boring, unless you happen to enjoy musings on Chartism and Victorian unionism.