I am sitting here in Victoria, at the building that once housed the offices of the BC Coast Steamship Service, sipping a "Steamship Shaft," wearing a bowtie made in the pattern of the BCCS flag and ship's propeller cufflinks, having just submitted my thesis.
Life is good.
When you get an edit from your chair but you like the sentence as is so you find manual references to support why you can keep it... 🧐🤗😇
"CMOS 13.14 is the pathway to many sentences with run-in quotes some professors would find incorrect," Neil wrote, parodying Palpatine.
I'm trying to avoid the news out of Texas while frantically finishing my thesis, but a certain amount is unavoidable, and it makes me think about how I remember the defining traumatic event for my generation, and where I remember being safe.
My memory of 9/11 is going to school.
Latest writing placeholder: "Jellicle Crews – The Naming of Officers"
The Naming of Crews is a difficult matter,
It isn't just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a crew must have THREE DIFFERENT OFFICERS.
I'm losing it...🙃
I've written 18,000 words on 52 pages. This is the most I've ever done for a single project. While working full time. While commuting from Cheney to Oly every week so I could commute Oly to Tac daily. I ought to be proud.
But I'm also four weeks behind, so I feel like a failure.