Some thoughts are percolating about libraryland, the retirement “crisis,” library school, and so on. I haven’t got time to whip them all into halfway-digestible form just at present.
One thing does pop out at me, though. Remember the sirens? The “gee, you really should get a Ph.D” sirens? Remember me ignoring them? Resolutely, even? (And sometimes, I must say, rather profanely.)
Well, here I am, a bit short of two years after graduating. I’m published (though admittedly not peer-reviewedly). I’ve got invited talks to my credit, one of them international. I’m helping run an online conference. I’m on a new journal’s editorial board. I am not exactly at the forefront of my niche in the profession, but I’m not wholly unheard-of, either.
And I’m about to take a job in my niche in the place I most want to be. Going home, that’s what I’m doing.
Now, if I’d listened to the sirens, I’d be…
… not even done with coursework yet. Huh.
Don’t let anybody tell you you have to get a Ph.D in LIS. Anybody. Anybody at all. It’s not a racket, exactly—but damn, it’s next-door-to.
