I believe this is the last post babbling about the workshop.

I'm very, very glad I went and I had a wonderful time - but I don't think I'd do it again, the same way.

( Hostels, staying in a town other than where the workshop is, Haystack format. )

Okay, I lied. One last workshop post.

Marvin gave us two handouts. One is on meter, and he did it only when asked; if you're interested in meter, you can find similar information and in more detail easily through the library or on the web.

The other was his 32 Statements About Writing Poetry, which can be found on the internet here at Copper Canyon Press and here at the Arbutus Online Literary Journal (which has put them all on one page, which makes them easier to read.

This is the last post.

Honest.

I think.

And tomorrow it's back to work.

A week off, a week of poetry and the beach (one good, the other tolerable - at least the weather was better...). And tomorrow is back to work. I don't know what will be waiting when I arrive, tons of email or little, answers to questions asked before I left or new tasks (or both, more likely). I'll find out when I get there, but I think I'm ready to face the transition even if part of me does want to go on as I was...the sign of a good experience, I suppose. And I didn't help the transition (but I did make myself happy!) when I spent the evening reading and writing.

I've rearranged my backpack. (This is important. Spare bandaids, a flashlight, an alarm clock, an extra hand-towel, etc., are unlikely to be of particular use at the office...although they might cause some amusement when I pulled them out instead of my notebook. Or consternation, if I took those and forgot my lunch.)

I go to bed now, though. I am rather tired today for some reason - the heat, I think, and leftover tired from the week of questionable sleep.