On Friday I dreamt I had another dissertation to do, ten thousand words before Easter. Walking through town yesterday, on the way to Olive’s birthday party, I was thinking about the one I wrote for my MA.
Only four people have read the whole thing through. I delivered a paper based on the critical section, and Katharine read the creative section. People had told me about this before, but it still feels strange: the longest complete piece of writing I’ve done has only been read as a complete work by four people.
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