Dissertation Celebration
It's taken more self restraint than it should to avoid leaving messages on every one of my friends' and family's phones of me screaming, 'I HANDED IN MY DISSERTATION!' and then bursting into an enthusiastic rendition of "At Last" by Etta James. I suppose that's what Snapchat is for.
But yes, alas, I printed and bound my baby and handed it in yesterday. There were no tears, but there might have been a quiet whisper of, 'So long and thanks for all the sleepless nights.'
This has given me time to start re-reading Trudi Canavan's Black Magicians Trilogy, which I haven't read since I was thirteen (except for scanning over my favourite character's scenes every now and again). I'd forgotten how deeply I was attached to these characters and, except for the way she randomly gives animals strange names (sheep are reber and spiders are faren, for instance) I really do love her writing. It also gave me deep satisfaction to spot a few typos in The Magician's Guild. If Trudi Canavan can get away with silly mistakes, so can I, goshdiddlydarn it!
But yes, alas, I printed and bound my baby and handed it in yesterday. There were no tears, but there might have been a quiet whisper of, 'So long and thanks for all the sleepless nights.'
This has given me time to start re-reading Trudi Canavan's Black Magicians Trilogy, which I haven't read since I was thirteen (except for scanning over my favourite character's scenes every now and again). I'd forgotten how deeply I was attached to these characters and, except for the way she randomly gives animals strange names (sheep are reber and spiders are faren, for instance) I really do love her writing. It also gave me deep satisfaction to spot a few typos in The Magician's Guild. If Trudi Canavan can get away with silly mistakes, so can I, goshdiddlydarn it!