tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242073.post113649641295757841..comments2023-05-23T07:26:02.563-06:00Comments on Spilled To Bloodlessness: The Writing SpecialistUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242073.post-1137149536028105442006-01-13T03:52:00.000-07:002006-01-13T03:52:00.000-07:00I read everything. I teach as well. I wish however...I read everything. I teach as well. I wish however that I could have the chance to join a class such as yours.Lady Flarehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06702286249800840242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242073.post-1136604920114094742006-01-06T20:35:00.000-07:002006-01-06T20:35:00.000-07:00Thanks Enemy,Being let into their world was . . . ...Thanks Enemy,<BR/><BR/>Being let into their world was . . . amazing. I often didn't feel qualified and felt pretty humbled. It also showed me how desperately we want to tell our stories sometimes, hoping someone will listen.Cliffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04445787568703850187noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19242073.post-1136504992438781422006-01-05T16:49:00.000-07:002006-01-05T16:49:00.000-07:00I can so relate to this post--I think we've talked...I can so relate to this post--I think we've talked about it. When I taught onsite at different companies, I found it fascinating how the students would trust me almost immediately and unfold themselves in their writing. I remember one woman telling me: "Look, I've got something to say!" I replied: "Well, say it!"<BR/><BR/>I have papers still from those students; I asked them for copies--I grew because of them.<BR/><BR/>Thank you for this, Cliff.Enemy of the Republichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17342253341470198835noreply@blogger.com