Saturday, October 24, 2009

Yippee. I think.

The article that I moaned about here is off to one of the fanciest of the fancy-pants medievalist journals.

I sent it off today, because in my job letters (for yes, I am applying to exactly three fantabulous jobs, at least one of which I stand no chance of getting, and that's okay), which I mailed this morning, I said that it was currently under review (without saying where, for I Am Nothing If Not Modest).

Being incapable of a lie (I Am Nothing If Not [Mostly] Honest), I couldn't even wait until tomorrow to send the thing off. So there it goes--out into the ether--quite remarkable, really, that such things are possible from my own home. Now, the inevitable wait for the inevitable rejection!


pocha said...

Congratulations! Sending things off is half the battle (for me anyway). And, FWIW, I refuse to believe that you "stand no chance."

Sisyphus said...

It builds character. The rejection I mean. At least, that's what I'm told. And I'm quite a character!

medieval woman said...

That's wonderful! Email me and tell me which jobs and which journal!

Woo-hoo and good luck!

Notorious Ph.D. said...

Is this the famous journal named after a medical instrument?

Good Enough Woman said...

Yay, Heu Mihi!

heu mihi said...

Notorious--not quite THAT fancy-pants. But pretty pantsy all the same.

Thanks, all! I look forward to developing even more character. Can't have too much, I'm told.