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Fable the First
Apr. 12th, 2018 09:50 pmI had a fine Finishing Class at Good tonight, walking there and back with K.
We talked, on the way there, of class planning (wherein she had several flashes of brilliance and I took note by tracing letters on my palm to remember later), and, on the way back, about writing, since she is contemplating some serious structural changes to a draft, and I am intently gleaning insights about, for example, the different levels of introspection available in first- and third-person points of view. (Not What You Might Think.)
It was good to have a productive work session. My last few have been frustrating, but tonight I found flow. I mostly worked on school stuff, but in a fluid, intuitive way, shifting back and forth between direct planning and writing what turned out to be some bits of fiction.
Indeed, I actually wrote a couple of little fables for use in the class. I would like to have something short and complete on the first day, when they won't have read anything but I still need to do something with them for three hours.
I don't know that I'll actually use these -- bits of the actual readings would make more sense -- but it was fun to sit down and think, "What sort of a story do I wish I had on hand to unify the various themes and preoccupations of this course?"
Since I mean to type up these little fabrications either way, here is the first. The second is a bit longer, and my shoulders are tired, so I will type it up tomorrow. (I will, too, because the bit about the spire makes me chortle.)
( Fable the First )
{rf}
We talked, on the way there, of class planning (wherein she had several flashes of brilliance and I took note by tracing letters on my palm to remember later), and, on the way back, about writing, since she is contemplating some serious structural changes to a draft, and I am intently gleaning insights about, for example, the different levels of introspection available in first- and third-person points of view. (Not What You Might Think.)
It was good to have a productive work session. My last few have been frustrating, but tonight I found flow. I mostly worked on school stuff, but in a fluid, intuitive way, shifting back and forth between direct planning and writing what turned out to be some bits of fiction.
Indeed, I actually wrote a couple of little fables for use in the class. I would like to have something short and complete on the first day, when they won't have read anything but I still need to do something with them for three hours.
I don't know that I'll actually use these -- bits of the actual readings would make more sense -- but it was fun to sit down and think, "What sort of a story do I wish I had on hand to unify the various themes and preoccupations of this course?"
Since I mean to type up these little fabrications either way, here is the first. The second is a bit longer, and my shoulders are tired, so I will type it up tomorrow. (I will, too, because the bit about the spire makes me chortle.)
( Fable the First )
{rf}
