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The semester's coming to a close and not a moment too soon. We are all aware of the dangers of obsessive study. Moreover, we are also aware that there's been far too much moping going on--and that fun as that is, it's the kind of thing that should perhaps be administered in way tiny doses. Doses tinier, at any rate, than the ones presented here.
So. Some additional complaints: (1) I wish I were a more efficient writer. I just cut fifty pages out of the novel. I'm not even counting the two discarded monster versions of the same thing that were abandoned at several stages--I think there might be stuff in there that might resurface as stand-alone material, but for now it's just sitting in various folders. (2) I'm loving the material I'm gathering for the dissertation, but I'm also keenly aware that I'm diving headfirst into this monster very soon--that if all goes according to plan, I'll be done with school and looking for jobs in schools very soon, this despite my knowing that the market is saturated, and that my areas of interest (the history of the novel, the 19th century novel, and contemporary American and British novels) are already likely flooded with other PhDs, and plus that academic life is apparently not terribly different from an academic novel.
And so. The opposite of complaints. I'm thrilled. Inexplicably so. There's a pile of clean laundry in the middle of my room, and as soon as I'm done with this post I'm getting to folding. (I am, unlike Achewood's Cornelius Bear, a fan of laundry.) I wrote a couple of pages in the newly trimmed novel and they are good.
Plus: just got the West Branch issues in which "Divers" appears and they're lovely. And Redivider has accepted "The Orlando Sonnet" and so it may show up sometime next year.
And I'll be presenting at AWP this year! Should you be attending too, you should say hi. I'll be presenting on Saturday at 9 am (it's panel number S111), on the relationship between academia and contemporary publishing.
The semester's coming to a close and not a moment too soon. We are all aware of the dangers of obsessive study. Moreover, we are also aware that there's been far too much moping going on--and that fun as that is, it's the kind of thing that should perhaps be administered in way tiny doses. Doses tinier, at any rate, than the ones presented here.
So. Some additional complaints: (1) I wish I were a more efficient writer. I just cut fifty pages out of the novel. I'm not even counting the two discarded monster versions of the same thing that were abandoned at several stages--I think there might be stuff in there that might resurface as stand-alone material, but for now it's just sitting in various folders. (2) I'm loving the material I'm gathering for the dissertation, but I'm also keenly aware that I'm diving headfirst into this monster very soon--that if all goes according to plan, I'll be done with school and looking for jobs in schools very soon, this despite my knowing that the market is saturated, and that my areas of interest (the history of the novel, the 19th century novel, and contemporary American and British novels) are already likely flooded with other PhDs, and plus that academic life is apparently not terribly different from an academic novel.
And so. The opposite of complaints. I'm thrilled. Inexplicably so. There's a pile of clean laundry in the middle of my room, and as soon as I'm done with this post I'm getting to folding. (I am, unlike Achewood's Cornelius Bear, a fan of laundry.) I wrote a couple of pages in the newly trimmed novel and they are good.
Plus: just got the West Branch issues in which "Divers" appears and they're lovely. And Redivider has accepted "The Orlando Sonnet" and so it may show up sometime next year.
And I'll be presenting at AWP this year! Should you be attending too, you should say hi. I'll be presenting on Saturday at 9 am (it's panel number S111), on the relationship between academia and contemporary publishing.
