I just submitted another draft preface. I feel that this project is somewhat under control and have told most people I know that I will not surface until Christmas. It’s day one of the school holidays and I am already all scatter brained, and cannot hold non-essential information in my head.
If I’ve forgotten to respond to your emails or texts just remind me to.
I will write edit some more later today. I don’t think I can look at some of my material without cringing, but I must.
I might do some tidying this afternoon or box up some books so that having people over for Christmas, and setting up the tree is possible. Maybe a less chaotic home will create more space in my mind.
China is no longer taking our trash and recyclables. Good. I am sickened by the amount of crap I’ve thrown out. I’m going to buy people experiences and not stuff, if I get them something. Stuff is stuff.
So tomorrow I have to just get up early and focus for a few hours.
I have an abstract kinda.
Now I have to write a preface to orientate the reader to my non-traditional thesis format.
I am going to get an early night so I can get an early start.
I have to silence the voice that asks why the hell are you doing this? Or the one that says, you are wasting your time on earth working on this! Or why? Why did you not have the courage, sense or confidence to do [insert something I haven’t thought of doing until a second ago].
The fact is I am at this point in my life, at this exact location and the path I chose cannot be changed.
I have 16 days to submit this thing. I also have to plan Christmas.
I am not going to make major structural changes. I can’t.
I’ve wasted four days flaffing around with the bloody formatting and appendices. I’m like Chidi from The Good Place.
Kid is on holidays. Kid has play dates.
I gotto just focus on this project. Get it done and then I can have the space to think. I’ve started decluttering rooms in time to host kids and friends over Christmas, but I don’t have enough shelves etc. I have no time to source any. I can see how my clutter issue can be easily resolved by one ikea billy shelf and an old expedit shelf.
It may be that I just donate a lot of the books I own. I own too much stuff. It’s just stuff. It’s not a legacy. It’s not an investment. It’s a waste of time and space. When you spring clean you realise how much money you’ve spent on junk.
The plan is keep writing and just finish it!
I took today off writing but not thinking about the rewrite. Feels good to have that physical space away from the hive of activity, be out in the sun and reconnect with humans both online and in real life.
I came back to restructuring plans with new ideas. It helps that I found a nice quiet place to work that is not too far from home, not too noisy but still see other human beings. I will go up to the main campus a few times to remind myself that I am a student.
There is a plan.
It is all making a lot more sense.
A change in routine has helped.
Tomorrow I continue with my rewrites. I’m going to chill out today.
Family day today.
Tomorrow the work begins again.
Yesterday was a write off. I was too tired to function and spent too much time on Facebook.
What have I learnt on FB? That there are people who spend too much time on FB, but that two of my friends have invited me to events over the weekend. I communicate with these two away from FB so I know they want me to be there, but some events I don’t respond to because I think, I haven’t spoken to you in years is this a butt invite. Is that even a term? Ie equivalent of butt dialling but on FB??
So today I will do what I set out to do yesterday. I’m going to include coffee out at a coffee place that is well lit so I can do some of my work.
Guess I better get going.
Why is the cat talking to me? Why has he not been fed?
Today was a family day. I had to take kid to specialist in the morning and like all good specialists, ours ran late. Never trust a specialist who runs on time. I knew this one would be good when I saw his face. That unquantifiable intuition is something we have over algorithms. The more automated life is, the more satisfied I feel in having gone down a very human path.
We took the rest of the day off school and got back in the late afternoon.
I have a plan for tomorrow and will not bother with any thesis work today. I will begin tomorrow’s work day by planning what I want to achieve ahead of my meeting next week. I will read through the comments and write a list of questions. I will need to get back into that mind space as I have had almost a month in the civilian world. I need to remember what the project is about and why I developed it in the first place.
I’ve actually forgotten a lot of what I’ve written but hopefully I’ll remember when I work on it tomorrow.
I’m going to work from home and reward myself with a bit of Netflix before picking up the kid from school. He’s really enjoying school and found his groove there. What a shame the holidays are so soon!
No mid life crisis today as I was just happy to have been out and about. It felt good to have three long and active days in a row without passing out. It’s given me a lot more confidence in being able to do “normal” stuff again.
Once again I question why I am pursuing something that requires a lot of time in isolation with my own thoughts when I am most happy when I’m out and about interacting with people. But I am 90% done with this project. If dissertations were not uploaded for the world to access, I would definitely not be worrying about the end result and treat it like a really long assignment.
I’m going to go and read Ronan Farrow’s latest article about Harvey Weinstein now. I think only a journalist like him, a Hollywood insider, could take on such a project.
I don’t think I’ll ever blog under my real name. I’d have to edit it and one of the things I love about blogging is not having to edit. I’m old and from the pre-Wordpress days. I remember lynx and when Netscape came into being. No one used their real name. Facebook freaked me out. If Zuckerberg isn’t so worried about privacy, why don’t we know more about him? Is it because there’s just not much to know? He was raised in a middle-class family, maths science nerd, went to Harvard, developed FB which turned him into a billionaire, got married and had kids. His views on AI scare me and has made me believe that all kids need to study philosophy at school. I’m with Elon Musk on that one.
It’s a mess.
I have someone coming over and the rest of the house is a mess because I’ve been working on thesis.
The plan is to in the next 25 hours sort out my paper work. Recycle redundant paper work and set up study so that I can host friend for morning coffee.
That’s it for now.
I have a couple of weeks to relax while awaiting feedback. It’s way too long and the last chapter isn’t as succinct as I would like it to be, but it is DONE! Yeah! I thoroughly recommend this countdown method.
I’ve managed to achieve two goals doing it this way. I’m not going to reset the clock for the final submission until I meet with supervisors.
I think I’m still 5-8 k over and that’s after putting so many words in the footnotes. But there is no way I will upgrade this project to a PhD as that’s another level and I want to move on.
I will work on my graphics and write the front section and the bridge. I can’t believe I spent two weeks writing my honours (supposedly f/t) project and three years (part time) on this one.
Still got more to do but I am so happy to have completed this mostly accurately referenced and formatted near complete draft.
I’m trying to finish this last damn chapter within the next two days so I can get it to one of my supervisors before her leave. Arghhhhh
I am going mad.
It’s like I am staying the obvious and when I read some academic text I think why, why are you complicating a simple concept with so many unnecessary words? and also why can’t I make up some words?
I read a chapter from Obama’s memoir, the one he wrote before he became President and thought, wow. The American people have gone from someone who writes literary texts to one who tweets muddled messages.
Okay so minor edits in one chapter and bigger ones in another.
Tomorrow is the only day of the week I can work a whole day.
The weather was bad today. Climate change.
Revelation – I don’t want to play in a community music group. My hearing is so bad, just playing at home is fine. I can control the volume.
I hope it’s warmer tomorrow.
I can’t wait until I get a chance to read books that are unrelated to my research.