Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, hyper-intelligent cats and fuzzy reptiles from Alpha Centauri 8, I am here to tell you how it is. Remember my repeated moans about "The Paper That Would Not Die 2009 Edition?"
The Paper That Would Not Die is finally dead. Hallelujah.
A little after 1pm, I put the finishing touches on my draft. After many trials, after much avoidance, I have finally finished.
This is, for me, a momentous occasion. Some data to help you understand why:
- I started this back on May 19th with a simple blog post I couldn't quit thinking about the topic, though, so I wrote the paper.
- This means I have been writing this damn paper for 57 days, excluding my Florida trip. This is a long time for an article.
- During this time, I have done three outlines and six major paper reorganizations.
- My computer file for this essay has 93 files in it (drafts, notes, pdfs, & such), for a total size of 69 megabites.
- My Works Cited page is currently going onto the 6th page, with 45 entries. I still have to pare these down, but there will still be ahellofalotta sources.
- The draft itself works out to 26 pages, with 8,084 words. This will inevitably shrink during revision, but still, pretty damn long.
At this point, I plan to give it a once-over for stupid mistakes before checking all my sources (making sure everything that's used as a source in the paper is on the Works Cited & eliminating anything that I don't use). But then, this paper rests for a while. Three of my friends have offered to give the paper a look, so I'll send it off to them this afternoon. But, for at least a week, that's it.
As is, I'm pretty sure that a lot of this is fairly solid. I think it might just be notable and say things no one else has said. I do know the paper needs tightening, and I'm also pretty sure the conclusion will need a polish-bordering on rewrite. For now, though, I am going to take great pleasure in not thinking about this article for a little while.
Except, however, to ask one simple question: who da man? I suspect it might be me.