reminded

i was reminded to share with you, in case you didn't know, that Stephanie Nielson (Nie Nie) is back to blogging again (has been for a little while now)... this is a particularly good post and i wanted to share it.

if you want to start at her return to posting on her blog go to January 16.

two weeks in...

two weeks into school and... i am still not sure how this term will shape up. sounds familiar, i know. will be spending the weekend writing, a little reading...yes, the usual. any new news? not really, nothing that doesn't already feel recycled a hundred times in my mind.

i've a couple of books i've snuck in i could comment on...perhaps another time.

maybe i should post some of my papers...i'm sure you would love to read my "personal correspondence" for advanced expository writing. i'm just really glad she didn't make us read them aloud in class (though a few did read theirs and it was great--talented, and --er--heart warming)... we didn't even have to turn them in either, we just had to write it and she gave us credit.. i turned mine in anyway. it wasn't personal, or even autobiographical, though that is not say it wasn't inspired.

my personal essay was okay...a little fictional, but a lot true. as the prof is not concerned with grammar for this class, i think i will have to look over it in a couple days to proof it and possibly then i could post it... the lack of concern over comma and semi-colon is freeing.

there is a lot of in-class writing this term: all three classes and to varying extents. should be good for me.

***oh, mom...went to the "women's retreat"...(just racking up pride points).
going was a bit of a dangerous proposition but i felt sure that after the first week of classes i wouldn't have too much of a weekend homework load, nothing i couldn't get done the friday-day before or a short while during free time saturday.
the personal essay was due monday 8 am... no sweat, as i usually contemplate, sketch it out in my head, make notes. was nice that others had homework or reading they wanted to accomplish during 'free-time'. a restless night, and the lovely sun, my mind wandered but i made notations. really, i tried to be good.
sunday i sit down to type it all out, deciphering my horrible handwriting. I change directions and write a whole other paper... i'm still recovering from the lack of sleep... the things i do to myself. that will probably be the name of my collection of letters: when i start actually writing them, which means i will have to work on my handwriting. i would like to say i used to have such lovely handwriting, but that isn't all that true.

tanya led an activity to imitate a poem called 'where i am from'...she had done one (which turned out really, really good) and found it to be a good experience. some of the ladies' shared the ones they worked on over the day, and it was fun, and insightful. sharie's was really good..made me hungry, and homesick, and more in-love with my husband and daughter.
i scribbled out a couple of stanzas that i am sure would fall under 'interpretation' rather than 'immitation'. i know there is little difference in those terms, but enough for me to growl over my contrariness and my habit of late to write more toward the abstract rather than concrete.
maybe i'll share those tomorrow. i was thinking it would be fun to collect all of the poems from over the weekend, not do any heavy editing (just the spelling mostly) and bind them and redistribute them.

i don't know...

i've ideas of late, which is an improvement..

certainly a step out a depressive state...

but now for the energy.

it was good to see the sun... it was a good reminder.