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Currently writing the acknowledgments of the Kast book. I& #39;m teary. What a got damn journey. I wanted to share a few things with my grad folks in the throws of diss writing and that dissertation defense aftermath about post diss writing. A thread:
It took me 15 drafts of my prospectus before it was approved to start actually writing the diss. The academy expects you to write and think like the canon. The shit& #39;s hard when you weren& #39;t a thought in the canon to begin with. It& #39;s okay if you wade through the water a lil bit.
I defended May 2013. I& #39;d been writing since August 2010. I was exhausted. Like...didn& #39;t have NO revisions from my committee and still waited til the final deadline to submit that bih because I couldn& #39;t look at the diss no more. NO GOT DAMN MORE.
IT IS MORE THAN OKAY IF YOU DO NOT WANNA WRITE AFTER THE DISS. I REPEAT. MORE THAN OKAY. I didn& #39;t write for over a year after my defense.
Post-defense is an awkward place. You feel guilty for being tired. You feel guilty for not being productive as a bright and bushy tailed new Ph.D. Chile. Be tired. BE TIRED. REST.
I have three phases of diss writing that carried over:
a. Aaaw shit! I am writing my own shit! Dope!
b. Aw hell. I am writing my own shit? Am I good enough for that? FUCK!
c.AAAAAW SHIT! SHIT. What the hell am I doing? People already wrote about what I wanna write about. WTF?!
a. Aaaw shit! I am writing my own shit! Dope!
b. Aw hell. I am writing my own shit? Am I good enough for that? FUCK!
c.AAAAAW SHIT! SHIT. What the hell am I doing? People already wrote about what I wanna write about. WTF?!
And then I hit the fuck it stage: the one where you are DONE. Okay? DONE. You have said what you have to say. You& #39;ve put yourself in convo with the field. And you have no more patience nor the slightest hint of a damn or even a fuck in your little garden. No fertilizer. NAN.
