What they like the most about your muse: hell would freeze, mountains would fall, the seas would boil, the skies would crash on the hilltops, everything would wither and burn before she says she’s wrong about something. Or sorry. Or gives someone the benefit of doubt.
What they dislike the most about your muse: hell would freeze, mountains would fall, the seas would boil, the skies would crash on the hilltops, everything would wither and burn before she says she’s wrong about something. Or sorry. Or gives someone the benefit of doubt. And it’s all I’ve ever been looking for.
What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): the thing that’s keeping me alive on this ship. The thing that’s keeping me awake at night. The thing that’s keeping me daydreaming all day. Oh and the one that flusters me the most.
A general opinion of their relationship: I bet all my belongings she’s giving me grey hair before due time. But if she’s the one caressing said hair while half asleep, I’m fine.
If applicable, something they wish to reveal: will I ever make you weak in the knees as much as you make me weak in the knees?
GUYS HOLY CRAP THE MOST AMAZING THING JUST HAPPENED
So we’re doing some construction on my house, which was made at some point during the Victorian Era, when we found a christmas card from 1883 trapped inside the outer layer of my bedroom wall, behind the skirting!!
THIS ENTIRE TIME THERE’S BEEN A 132 YEAR OLD VICTORIAN CHRISTMAS CARD IN MY BEDROOM??? HOLY CRAP???
In 1883 Canada had literally been a country for less than two decades, and this card is ridiculously well-preserved! You have no idea how much i’m freaking out over this
The message says “With much love and best wishes from the Bickell/Biekell/Beckell family (writing unclear), xmas, 1883.”
It’s over. It’s done. The final document is 82 pages long. I did it in fourteen days- really thirteen, because I took a whole day (actually, a little more than a day) off after I finished the three drafts. To put that in perspective, my entire undergraduate thesis was 64 pages long and I had an entire year to do that- and a good chunk of that was figures because my undergraduate thesis involved mapping out Victorian-era cemeteries. This had no figures- just pages and pages and pages of text. Roughly 5.86 pages per day if you count the full fourteen; 6.31 if you take it at thirteen.
If anything, these past two weeks were an exercise in writing like you’re running out of time. I did really enjoy them! But at the same time, the pace was very frantic towards the end. Not with writing, with editing and managing my citations. That’s definitely an area where I need to focus on improving my efficiency! I think it might be worth it to schedule some little writing sabbaticals like this where I have to produce something worthwhile in a tight time limit, just to get better and faster.
The worst part, though, will be the wait. It can take months for prelim results to get back. One of my very good friends took his last semester and he still hasn’t gotten his comments back. Prelims are basically a trial by jury; a committee of five decides whether you pass or whether you have to revise. I’m crossing my fingers that I pass- I know two of my reviewers will be kind and one will be… critical but not harsh. It’s the other two that are kind of unknowns!
Editor of the day: My entire editing squad. High fives all around, my loves.