Lovely data not lovely legs

The stage I’m up to in my thesis: I’ve submitted a partial draft of 'Chapter 4: Analysis' to my supervisor. I’m on the home run.
What my supervisor said: You have lovely data.
What I thought: That’s the ultimate compliment for a thesis writer. It’s better than ‘you have lovely legs’ or ‘lovely eyes’. At last I’ve won her approval again.
What I told my muse: My writing progress is slow but I know the quality is good. My existence meanders between two dreams, the life of my thesis and the life at my home with my beloveds.
What else my supervisor said: Tell the story in your Analysis Chapter through the characters. Tell a story, not a diatribe.
What I said: She’s right. That’s how I learn about life, from other people. That’s how I’ll build the themes in my latest chapter. For so long I was lost in sociology theories and academic research. I’ll let my research participants tell the story through their comments. It’s so easy. I’ll be their scribe.
What my daughter said: How do you like your new blog-look?
What I said to her: I love what you’ve done. You brightened my life. You are my inspiration. Thanks a million my darling.
What my muse said: Wait and see how your blog-buddies' retinas cope with a pink-stripey-background. Obviously teenage-power copes just fine.