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Sep. 13th, 2008 03:15 pmI've just come back from teaching at Floriade. Only four more teaching hours and term is finished.
I had lots and lots of interesting things to say about it, but I made the mistake of taking a review book to read on the bus trip home (I'm determined to catch up on my review books next week, or at least on the non-academic ones) and of stopping by the chemist to get all my medications. Between the two of them I've forgotten all my curious stories.
That's OK, though. My last four hours of teaching are also a Floriade excursion. I suspect this means I will get the chance to forget curious stories twice. As I told my students, these things all return to haunt fiction, so they're gone but not lost. One day a character of mine will stick his/her/its hand in a cactus to find out what it feels like, or describe how a superlong broom sways in the Spring breeze. Either that or they will debate whether hemlock or oleander makes a better poison.
I had lots and lots of interesting things to say about it, but I made the mistake of taking a review book to read on the bus trip home (I'm determined to catch up on my review books next week, or at least on the non-academic ones) and of stopping by the chemist to get all my medications. Between the two of them I've forgotten all my curious stories.
That's OK, though. My last four hours of teaching are also a Floriade excursion. I suspect this means I will get the chance to forget curious stories twice. As I told my students, these things all return to haunt fiction, so they're gone but not lost. One day a character of mine will stick his/her/its hand in a cactus to find out what it feels like, or describe how a superlong broom sways in the Spring breeze. Either that or they will debate whether hemlock or oleander makes a better poison.