I’ve spent most of my time today with text analysis in preparation for the first of two different study group meetings tomorrow. And I feel a bit strange picking another’s text to pieces, finding good parts but also parts to criticize. I’ve done it with classics before. But never with a text the author will sit right there hearing my thoughts.
I feel like a villain. And I want to run and hide. Tomorrow will be… interesting. Nervous and tender. I don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. And I wonder how it will feel getting my own text analysed.
My text are from me
But once handed over
No a part of me
© RedCat
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