I have an adviser. This is both a good and a bad thing. The good is that I have an adviser. The bad is that his area of specialty is in 19th/20th century American Lit. Which I generally hate with a burning unreasonable (or entirely reasonable if you’re me) passion. So, um, I’m doomed. Though if I write War Witches for my thesis project, he might like it if he gets past the, you know, magic part. After all, it is about 19th C. America. Just, better.
Other than that, I’ve been swamped by work. Sigh. But I’m slowly doing at least somewhat writing related things like editing and idea generation. I also have yet another idea for a yet another novel. It is going to take a couple lifetimes at this rate just to get this stuff into draft form, much less completed.
I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.