The title says it all. So if you are a writer, you will probably know what I am feeling right now. It's a mixture of embarrassment, surprise, and a feeling that I can only describe as alienation. I feel embarrassed because I think I have grown as a writer, I have grown out of past ways of expressing myself: I write "more good" now (that's a joke). I feel surprised because I have grown out of my old ideas, so much so that I forgot what they were and seeing them again surprises me. I am surprised that they were that fascicle, I am surprised that they were that "complex" [what sorts of mental acrobatics did I do to decide that Isabelle Allende was the best example I could find of a TCK?]. I feel alienated because enough time as elapsed that I am sure that almost (okay "almost" means not entirely sure) every cell in my body is different from the cellular composition of my body a decade ago. Nevertheless, I am putting my masters thesis on the list for links about Global Nomads.
a blog by the writer E. S. Liew. Because the best ideas start on the back of receipts and paper napkins, written with a Staedtler 2B pencil.