I don't know that I want people I know to read it. Have you noticed that when you write knowing who is going to read it, it changes what you say and how you say it? And let's be frank here, who else, but people I know, would want to read it? Ah therein lies the rub!
I think I am trying to escape the inevitibilty of working on my dissertation. Thinking about writing THAT monstrosity has made me want to write anything else. I propositioned a good friend of mine, asked her if I could write her adoption story... denied--too personal. Then I asked the same friend if she wanted to illustrate the children's books I had in mind. . . She must think I'm trying to capitalize on her life and talents and that I can't write anything on my own.
Ah, but she is wrong. . . I have my dissertation!!! and it is mine all mine hahaha (evil laughter)
of course other projects don't seem so hopelessly endlessly pointlessly fruitless.
I do want to finish my Ph.D. But I think I am afraid of what happens after I finish. Then what? Accept the fact that having completed a Ph.D. has, in fact, made it impossible to get a job in anything but academia? (trust me I know, I tried all summer to find a"lay person's" job). I am, apparently, not qualified to do anything other than read academic articles and write academic papers.
So I will write for me
and post photos of pumpkins
And of my brave daughter jumping off the pile of hay when even the bigger kids didn't dare
and of chubby baby Nico. . . mi gordito, who drools incessantly which, of course, I love
and I will tell no one . . .