|"Is that the thesis?"|
Then, when that was finished, there were the TWO revise-and-resubmit requests to get--and keep--working on.
I haven't finished them yet. One (on Zola) is grinding along at a snail's pace--did I mention I don't like Zola? Yeah, I don't--but I'm hoping I can have it done before the year's end.
My self-imposed deadline was originally December 1st, but obviously, we blew past that a while ago.
The second revise-and-resubmit required additional research. This is the project on Shalamov's Kolyma Tales, that I've blogged about before, and I will say, it's the project I prefer to work on.
More or less.
The reason I say "more or less" is because it's never a whole lot of fun when editors tell you that to further enhance your analysis of the Soviet Gulags (forced labor camps), you should do a bit more research on... the Holocaust.
So yes, that's what I've been doing for the past month as well: reading more about the Holocaust and specifically Holocaust testimonies.
This may have something to do with why I haven't been blogging the way I've wanted to. One finds oneself speechless at the end of a reading day made up of Holocaust testimonies.
I'm also reading Charlotte Bronte's Villette (1853). I started it years ago, and didn't like it. A week or so ago, I decided to give it another shot.
I still don't like it. But at this point, I'm about halfway through, so I'm determined to power through it to the end. That will then give me something to complain... I mean, blog... about. (I believe it's on my Classics Club reading list, but I'll have to check.)
In better news, though, there has been knitting. Lots and lots of knitting. And this is a joy to me, obviously. My latest happy project is a pair of cat mittens.
I made the executive decision that such a day was not meant for reading Holocaust testimonies or overwrought nineteenth-century novels with narrators who are just so damn full of themselves it's hard to care what happens to them (that's a little teaser for my summary of review of Villette).
Pictured at the right is palm of the mitten. Note the little paw-prints. Kinda cutesy, but it involves kitty cats, so I don't care.
Judge me all you like, I have cats and I adore them.
Needless to say, the mitten will require its mate. I only made the one during the binge-knit, because that in and of itself took all day and I went to bed around midnight woozy with wool.
I will also need to put the thumb on it. I hate doing the thumbs of mittens, so I save them for the very last and then just grit my teeth and do them.
And then I will be happy. Because I will have a second pair of mittens that fit...ahem... like a glove and that pretty darn pretty.
And I even blogged about it all. Now, if I can just get Zola on his way for the holidays, I'll be all set.