Six years. 362 pages, including 35 pages of bibliography. 40 Icelandic sagas. Over 93,000 words. Hour after endless hour of agony, analysis, translation, weeping, thinking, thinking, thinking. And more weeping.
And finally, FINALLY, THE PHD IS FINISHED!!!!!!!
Writing this PhD has been the hardest thing I have ever done. EVER. And, fingers crossed, it will be the hardest thing I ever have to do. My friends (those I see in 3D and those I visit on Facebook) have shared my PhD-finishing torment, and have offered much wonderful support over the past few years. To all, I say THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU for sticking with me, even when I was a whinging wreck. At last I can stop filling my status updates with mundane comments about how much I hate my thesis, how long it’s taking me, how I want it to die, die, die!!!!!! It’s now almost officially dead!
I have an excellent proofreader looking over the final draft as we speak, and my primary supervisor is double-checking my Old Norse translations to make sure I haven’t muddled them too horribly… But, really, the Albatross is Dead.
Submission is imminent.
I couldn’t feel more relieved.
I’m going to celebrate my completion by having a freakin’ fantastic time in Perth next week. Everyone at Swancon will feel waves of relaxation and joy emanating from me each time we meet, and I hope to raise many a glass with great friends to celebrate while I’m there!
And I reserve the right to jump for joy without any notice. Be prepared.