Dissertation Diary: And That’s All She Wrote

Well, readers, the dissertation has been submitted. The markers now hold months’ worth of my work, printed and bound.

And now I am sitting in a Starbucks, wondering what to do next.

Seriously, school’s over. I have nothing else to work on. I’m just sitting here, drinking an overpriced-but-delicious drink. Here’s proof:

Photo on 2015-09-16 at 5.12 PM

On a grander scale, I’m sort of stranded in London for the time being. Hm.

Since handing my dissertation in yesterday (and then celebrating by seeing Benedict Cumberbatch as Hamlet at the Barbican), I still have not reached any feeling of things actually having come to a close. My research isn’t done yet – there’s still so much to discover.

PhD, anyone?

Yeah, PhD.

Anyone?

Dissertation Diary: Stuck in the Home Stretch

Well, folks, the dissertation is due in two weeks from today. I am ready. I am ready. I am ready.

Seriously, I am flipping ready. The content’s all there, and I just keep re-reading what I’ve written, trying to find more words to cut and more things to clarify.

Editing seems to be the toughest part. Staring at the words you’ve written, hour after hour, day after day – it gets exhausting. You start to doubt yourself. What if this makes sense to me, but not the reader? What if there’s a huge gap that I’m not noticing? What if the marker doesn’t like my use of ‘ibid’?

I am stuck in the home stretch, but it’s helping me produce my best piece of academic writing yet.