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hawkwing_lbI swear, sometimes I think this thesis is going to drive me mad.
First it was -- and still is -- the problem of half the scholarship being in French. Then there was -- and still is -- the nagging frustration of having so many pieces, so few of which slot together neatly. And now, of course, is the frustration of having so far yet to go to construct a theoretical framework into which to fit the pieces which I do have.
And I can finish this draft in twelve or fourteen days. There'll be a goddamned lot of [cite] in there, but I can push it up over the 12K mark before January 18th. That's the goal. Assuming I can get my hands on Grant's Hellenistic Religion and Kockelmann's Praising the Goddess at some point shortly thereafter, I might actually have a thesis.
But I'm not going to go mad. Despite the fact that this is heading on for the third week of actual winter, and it's too cold to spend any time outdoors, and I want my temperate rain back so I can go for a proper run. Because the world is full of wonder. Even when it's bloody cold.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
First it was -- and still is -- the problem of half the scholarship being in French. Then there was -- and still is -- the nagging frustration of having so many pieces, so few of which slot together neatly. And now, of course, is the frustration of having so far yet to go to construct a theoretical framework into which to fit the pieces which I do have.
And I can finish this draft in twelve or fourteen days. There'll be a goddamned lot of [cite] in there, but I can push it up over the 12K mark before January 18th. That's the goal. Assuming I can get my hands on Grant's Hellenistic Religion and Kockelmann's Praising the Goddess at some point shortly thereafter, I might actually have a thesis.
But I'm not going to go mad. Despite the fact that this is heading on for the third week of actual winter, and it's too cold to spend any time outdoors, and I want my temperate rain back so I can go for a proper run. Because the world is full of wonder. Even when it's bloody cold.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
