Well, I sent in what I hope will be the LAST revision before publication of a manuscript based on my dissertation research (Ph.D. earned in 1999. I think it's about time. Much longer and journals will start using "the reasearch is too old" as a justification for rejecting it. I have been trying to get this paper published for six years now. The first journal it was sent to - at my advisor's urging - was an international journal that I later found kind of looks down its nose at "American" research. The second one, a change of editors led to the paper being scuttled [I'd say bait and switch but I don't think it was quite so malicious]. The current journal, it's been in review, in revision, back to review for over a year now. I hope it goes through. If it's not accepted, I'm just going to assume that means my dissertation work is unpublishable and try to move on with my life. And stop listening to my advisor when he tells me to try somewhere else). This is something that's been hanging over my head lately. It will cheer me up considerably if I get a good report, like "Okay, it will be out in issue x. We'll send you proofs to look over in six weeks."

I also created a neologism when writing notes to myself late yesterday of what I need to do today: one of them is "Pdfify manuscript and send in." (The journal requires its manuscripts to be submitted as .pdf files). I don't know whether to be amused or horrified at that Frankenstein word; I have a "wall of shame" on my office door of advertisements that use hideous clunky neologisms (one, from a textbook publisher, actually used the word "currentness") and bad grammar errors (I am to kind - and too chicken - to use student papers, even with the names removed. So I just save any really egregious advertisements I receive and put them up there, partly as a protest but partly to amuse my colleagues and the students who actually care about proper use of the language).

I'm really feeling the allergies today; my eyes are about to bug out of my head. I am NOT looking forward to all the mold-exposure (even though I will be wearing a face mask; I do not care how dorky that looks) at the leaf-raking tonight.