It has rained so much since we have been here that I feel like we are in Seattle. I have 3/12 more days until I graduate. I am excited, nervous and scared. It seems like after all of this hard work, and the ceremony is over, nothing will change. It is very anticlimactic.
I will be looking into publishing more, learning how to set aside time for my writing without having others impose deadlines on me, but it still is strange to think that I will have a terminal degree and yet I will still be doing the same things. I think it is a little like living with someone for a long time and then getting married. Not much changes and yet it is different legally. (I love you Stephen and this is totally not a comment about us my love.)
All in all I feel a great sense of accomplishment, but know that the road ahead to finding publishers and the time to write, and one day finding a teaching job is long and hard. So, it isn’t the end, but just the beginning.