This karma is going to bite me in the ass one day, but right now I don't care!
Hey, F-List. What's up? everyone doing good? Great!
I'm gonna be published.
No, really.
Here, lemme say that again; I'm. Being. PUBLISHED.
Well, saying that is a bit of a misnomer, really. None of my FICTION is being published, due to the fact that my fiction writing sucks and I haven't written much of anything since before my birthday. (Yes, I am still going to post that grimms' story.)
Waaay back in last October, my adviser/then professor told my 400 class about a competitive scholarship-research opportunity on the French Huguenots. And for some ungodly reason, I decided to spend the next three+ months researching their 1700-1750 Manakintown settlement. The result was an overly repetitive 25 page paper blaming assimilation for the settlements failure - not a bright, shiny, new idea whatsoever, but there's only so much research you can do with FOUR primary sources ( memphis is a weeee bit far away from virginia for resource sharing...) and TWO secondary sources.
In early April, I spent about two hours rehabbing and rewriting it, stuffed it all in a big fat official envelope and spent twenty bucks express-shipping it to the Huguenot Society! headquarters. At that point I was so sick of reading about FRENCH CALVINISTS I couldn't care less whether or not I heard back from the scholarship.
And that's pretty much what I'd thought had happened. The conference is in mid-June, it's now mid-May, and the winners are supposed to be present for the conference, so the winners would kinda have to be told to make flight arrangements. I hadn't heard so much of a peep, so I shrugged my shoulders, griped a bit that they couldn't even tell me "sorry!" and taught Keeva a new "hold" command.
AAAAAAAAND then I got a call this morning from the director asking me if I'd received a letter.
"No ma'am," I said, confused.
"Oh, well then you don't know that you won the scholarship?"
"I-wait-did-WHAT?"
...
So, uh, yeah. I just won a thousand bucks, and my twenty-five page paper is going to be published in their historical journal.
...
This is ridiculously nerve wracking. What if professionals read my paper and think I'm an absolute moron?!?!? AAAGH I actually ignored some research because it didn't support my argument and people are going to point it oooooout....
My career could either fly or fall on this paper and now I'm cursing myself for not spending more time vamping it up.
wow, ok, mild freak out there.
I'M GOING TO BE PUBLISHED!!
I'm gonna be published.
No, really.
Here, lemme say that again; I'm. Being. PUBLISHED.
Well, saying that is a bit of a misnomer, really. None of my FICTION is being published, due to the fact that my fiction writing sucks and I haven't written much of anything since before my birthday. (Yes, I am still going to post that grimms' story.)
Waaay back in last October, my adviser/then professor told my 400 class about a competitive scholarship-research opportunity on the French Huguenots. And for some ungodly reason, I decided to spend the next three+ months researching their 1700-1750 Manakintown settlement. The result was an overly repetitive 25 page paper blaming assimilation for the settlements failure - not a bright, shiny, new idea whatsoever, but there's only so much research you can do with FOUR primary sources ( memphis is a weeee bit far away from virginia for resource sharing...) and TWO secondary sources.
In early April, I spent about two hours rehabbing and rewriting it, stuffed it all in a big fat official envelope and spent twenty bucks express-shipping it to the Huguenot Society! headquarters. At that point I was so sick of reading about FRENCH CALVINISTS I couldn't care less whether or not I heard back from the scholarship.
And that's pretty much what I'd thought had happened. The conference is in mid-June, it's now mid-May, and the winners are supposed to be present for the conference, so the winners would kinda have to be told to make flight arrangements. I hadn't heard so much of a peep, so I shrugged my shoulders, griped a bit that they couldn't even tell me "sorry!" and taught Keeva a new "hold" command.
AAAAAAAAND then I got a call this morning from the director asking me if I'd received a letter.
"No ma'am," I said, confused.
"Oh, well then you don't know that you won the scholarship?"
"I-wait-did-WHAT?"
...
So, uh, yeah. I just won a thousand bucks, and my twenty-five page paper is going to be published in their historical journal.
...
This is ridiculously nerve wracking. What if professionals read my paper and think I'm an absolute moron?!?!? AAAGH I actually ignored some research because it didn't support my argument and people are going to point it oooooout....
My career could either fly or fall on this paper and now I'm cursing myself for not spending more time vamping it up.
wow, ok, mild freak out there.
I'M GOING TO BE PUBLISHED!!