Word count: 17,000
Actual word count of stuff written in coherent sentences: 12,000
Yesterday was a bit of a stressful day, to say the least. One good thing and one bad thing happened.
The good thing is that I now am a published author. Yep, Oxfam has finally published the report I wrote for them in the fall. I don't think they've started distributing it yet as I wasn't able to find it anywhere via Google, but when they do I shall post the link here out of excitement. And my name is even on the second page! Yes, in tiny print, but nonetheless... I just feel guilty now for not being involved in the redrafting process so much, but well. The last six months have been a folly of bad decisions anyway.
The bad thing is that I got an email back from my supervisor, and she is going on holiday from the end of the week until two days before my thesis is due... Now, it's entirely my fault for not keeping in contact better and, well... for not writing this damn thing sooner. But still, I had a bit of a panic there. And then I spoke with my lovely F, who reassured me, and decided it was OK. I've found a couple of people to read through the draft I'll have next week (with some corrections from my supervisor, who is going to read and comment on everything I send her before the end of the week), and it'll be fine.
Finally, that "this is only a master's thesis" has hit home. It is, that's all it is, and I have all the capacity in the world to do this and do well enough to pass. I am confident that I know what I'm talking about, and my fieldwork data is now turning out to be much better than what I thought it would. And being halfway through, my bibliography is already six pages long, which makes me sound like a complete smartass. Ah ah.
Now I could talk about certain people sometimes really really really piss me off, but I reckon it's not worth the effort. Back to work.