Rough Times in Research

 As I sit here, in my living room with my laptop on my coffee table, a glass of wine in hand, I'm wondering... what am I even doing? 

Research? You really thought this was a good idea? Honestly! (sigh...)

I've currently got the corrections draft of my third chapter sat open on my desktop and it's really staring me down. God, it's feeling grim to be working right now - I'm actually just sat in my comfy pants complaining at my computer screen, wondering where it all went wrong and is it too late to become a high-class escort?

Research and rewriting can be extremely tough - especially when you put your heart and soul into your work. It sucks getting corrections but really no piece of work is going to be right the first time round, is it?

I often find it curious that I decided to go into research given that I barely like reading my own work, never mind getting it marked, published or even looked at by other people! Then again, I'm currently sat in my comfy pants, drinking wine and complaining to you... so I guess I can't really complain about my work being read by other people given that you're reading my ramble.

This weeks task is to reorder my third chapter (it's on clothes and politics, I won't bore you here - I think that's a topic for its own post). Structuring is something I've struggled with throughout my BA and now my MPhil; be it sentence or paragraph (I tend to ramble and what I'm actually saying gets lost and goddammit, I've done it here!) Right, so struggling with structure is a big part of the issue with my thesis. It needs to be adjusted so I guess that's the plan then! Reorder, rearrange, restructure. Once that bits out of the way, it's a case of making sure that any and all small comments get dealt with and then I can start my PhD (Right?? That's how it goes?? I think...) 

Well, my glass of wine is empty (and so is the bottle)...

I promise that eventually these posts will make some sort of sense and you won't just be reading the mad ramblings of a wine drunk archaeology researcher with nothing better to do with her Sunday night than complain to her blog!

Then again... I won't make promises I can't keep!

Signing off for now,

The Perpetually Confused Archaeologist