Since I returned to Pittsburgh, I’ve been buried in writing my thesis manuscript. I keep saying it’s done and then I go back and throw away chapters at a time, because I suddenly realize I hate them. I’ve rewritten the ending twenty-two times. Not kidding. I need to stop myself before I go crazy.
Two more revisions and I’m turning it in, three weeks late. I don’t care. I was out at least three weeks for health reasons this summer, which puts me right on track.
So here’s to me, the finish line in sight. Only letting myself do two more revisions.