Today my dissertation was born. She's a little thing so far, kinda messy--like scribbly lines adorning a high-lighted page, but I like her. She's taking more form in Word as she is now in an outlined document (Didn't know how to do this before today). While the birthing was slow, and I sat looking at my coffee cup and the ends of the sleeves on my navy Cardigan, overall, once I got in the flow. . .the birthing wasn't painful, it's just that there really is some doing to it.
Whispers from Day 1:
Each day I am terrified, but I move.
Write a true sentence.
Write what you know.
Keep praying.
This feels real.
Coffee, Candle, Pencil.
Thanks for the outline idea.
Encourage the cohorts.
I am not writing for him.
I can't do it all. . . focus.
Save backup at noon and end in two places.
Come up with your own word. Own this.
Write for fun/blog first.
Four hours is quite a bit.
Keep reading. Keep listening. Keep learning.
Although there is doing to be done, writing for me is somehow spiritual. I read in a blog this week, "No one can take away my connection but me." Yes there are going to be harder days than today, but someone once told me at track practice (in his best Tom Hank's impersonation, "If it wasn't hard everyone would do it. The hard is what makes it great." Day 1 in the books. Thanks for answered prayers.
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