An American Writer in Edinburgh
End of Fall Semester

Haven’t updated in a while, isn’t that a shame

Semester one of my program has come and gone. It didn’t even stay for breakfast. I’ve either done extremely well or extremely poorly, it’s hard to tell. At the very least I’ll be able to take the lessons learned and apply them to next semester. Actually, at the very least I’ll have done so horribly that the Princess Royal herself will throw me out of the country.

But I imagine the likelihood of that is quite low.

I decided not to apply for the PhD this year. I want some time off and I’m not certain enough that I even want a doctorate to commit to another three years right now. The way I see it is that there is no time limit, I’m a young man and unless this Eurozone crisis gets much worse the program isn’t going anywhere.

Things that I learned about myself this semester:

I cannot really stand literature study for anything other than personal enlightenment.

I’m even better at dialogue than I thought I was, but I really need to work on emotional connection through narrative

Irn Bru and steak pies are amazing and I’m not sure how I’ve lived for twenty two years without them.