My Life Stops Here


My life is going to grind to a halt for the next three weeks as I bring this albatross to a conclusion and hopefully get it out of my hair forever.

My life stops here.

In other words, everything is going to grind to a halt for a few weeks. Yesterday I turned in a first draft of the master's paper. (And got appropriately yelled at because I actually missed a paperwork deadline by about two weeks.) The deadline to defend the thing is November 12th, so sometime before that I will hopefully be standing somewhere in Colorado State University in front of a (hopefully) small audience defending the work I'd pretty much abandoned five years ago.

Yes, I would rather have major dental work done without anesthesia, but at least I'll be able to finish something I've put off for far too long. So I shall suffer ahead. I've got an aggressive revision schedule ahead of me. The first draft was very "first draftish" with the intent of getting something slammed out rather than focusing on substance and polish. This morning my task is to actually compile a list of sections that need to be revisited, notes of "insert something here" replaced by the prerequisite material, places where it's not making any sense. (Writing math stuff in English so that a reader can actually follow is an art. A very difficult art.)

Would you believe I woke up in the middle of the night last night with a new thought about the subject material? This is like something I would consider a valid week of new research for the topic. I'll have to work it into a footnote or something like that. What's disturbing or frustrating about this is (a) I can't get any interrupted sleep without thinking about this thing and (b) five years later my brain has had enough time to chew on the problem that the work I've already done seems stupid and trivial, and I see several new directions where I should have gone, but didn't have the foresight at the time.

Actually, if anyone wants to see this miserable first draft, it's in PDF form here . Not that it's likely to make much sense.

Posted: Tue - October 21, 2003 at 08:45 AM      


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