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I'm learning quite a lot at the moment. This is mostly coming from this years NaNo attempt. On the plus side I'm learning how much easier it is to write when you have a plan to work to, on the minus I'm learning that I really should stick to first person perspective, as my thrd is very weak indeed.

However, it's proving to be enormous fun to write, and several ideas are spinning out from the central themes. I do love the sensation of a story mutating before my very eyes.

The other fun thing was sitting in today on the stuff that I'm going to be teaching next semester. It's been a few years since I've been in formal education, and the most striking thing about it was how fresh it all felt; specifically the sensation of learing things for the first time. The best example I can think of is that, as I was reading through the course bumf on haiku writing a haiku suddenly seemed like a refeshing idea. I've written god knows how many in the past, years ago when I was learning it all for the first time, and it almost felt like I was learning it all over again, quite exhilerating,really. The workshop itself was on Imagist poetry, not really a main area of interest of mine in the normal run of things, but tt reminded me of how easily we neglect processes we learnt in the past, as they don't seem relevant to us any more, or we feel we've moved on. Food for thought, anyway, and I suspect I'll be writing a few imagist poems over the next few weeks. An old idea feels like a new one.

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