The semester is now half over. I just finished a mid-term exam on poetics. It’s all good except for the poetry essay. That one was a little iffy. Lots of terms in there but I don’t think I did a good job with the comparison contrast of the poets involved.

A finished story and a presentation for next week and then it’s off to Comicon in KC for the weekend. That’s going to be fun. I’m glad about it.

For Spring Break itself, another new whole story and a ten page paper. I am also hoping to work on a new technique in mixed media. I’m going to have to give up my tightly wound perfectionist tendencies for that one to happen. I bought the supplies for it though, so that pretty much means I intend to pursue it.  Good practice and time to make something new.

Some talk today with the visiting writer about how to put everything back together—my natural writing tendencies and all the things I’ve learned in school. I fret way too much over this kind of thing. And it’s making me paranoid and unhappy about writing anything at all. Well, art school was a little like that too. Eventually, I’ll find my voice. I wish I could find it in school, but I’m convinced it’s not going to happen and that’s going to be my mission once I get out. Maybe a genre workshop will help a little bit.

So will Spring.

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