It’s official: my first peer-reviewed article has been published. I’ve been a middle-of-the-list author on a handful of papers already, so the “Publications” section of my CV wasn’t completely blank, but as every academic knows, first-author papers are the only ones that really count.
Yes, the Paper From Hell is absolutely, positively, 100% done. Forever. A very small part of me is sad that no one’s going to keep going on the project—my results raised more questions than they answered, and there’s a lot more to be learned from that data set. That is, if one is willing to wade through all the unusable data, duplicate data, and what-is-the-purpose-of-this? data, and deal with the shocking incompetence and patronizing approach of my former research advisor. (Pro tip: if you’re going to be patronizing, be right.)
I should be utterly elated to have finally dragged this toxic thing through to the end. Publication, however, is really quite anticlimactic. My real sense of achievement came when I submitted it, five months ago. Once I’d made it that far, I knew I could do the rest. And most of the rest was waiting. For all my venting about the referee’s comments, making revisions was essentially just working my way down a list.
So I’m writing this post to help myself feel a bit more accomplished. To remind myself, as I struggle with the anxiety of working on a new paper (on a project that is way more fun), that I can do this. I can do this. I did this. Hopefully I can do it a little faster this time, though.
Anybody else accomplished anything cool lately?