I know I've been MIA, and I apologize. It seems the addition of a letter to my degree meant a time vacuum would form in my life. I've had less time than I've had time obligated, and I'm pretty sure this means I've missed a few potty breaks.
But it's over! I have officially passed all my classes, have received passes from my thesis advisers, and am on the schedule at January's residency to present my thesis. Zoinks! I'm nearly done, so close the speck of light at the end of the tunnel now looks more like an oncoming train.
I have to say, as much as I loved this program, I'm relieved. I've been doing this for three years now, longer than anticipated because of the shift to the better degree, and the last year especially has been quite a challenge. It's all been worth it, though. And even though I'm already quaking at the thought of standing in front of my peers and faculty to read from my thesis, I'm also ready to pass out.
It's the end of the road, but at the same time, the book's life is just beginning. I've just turned in the first round of edits based on discussion (namely about expanding the book into a series), and I know I'll have significant changes to make to it once my editor has made a pass through it. When I put my thesis into stasis at the library before I graduate, it'll be the end of the road in academia...for now. One day, I'd like to get my PhD. But shhhh. Don't tell my husband about this brilliant plan. School loans come due next month. ;)
I'm starting to think publishing is this big spiral of joy and omg edits are due and excitement and omg I have writer's block. School just primed that pump.