I’ve spent the last couple of days stuck in front of a computer editing chapter drafts. Its daft that I spend I significant part of my time fretting that the PhD is just not going to be good enough. I mean what would I do if they (by they, I mean the evil examiners that dwell in my mind) decided that I wasn’t allowed to get my doctorate. Paranoia is so annoying. Then at other times I have moments when I’m re-reading something and wonder ‘did I actually write that?’
Its very annoying when you go through that sort of see-saw emotional ride over what you have written but at the same time, I really hope its good enough.