這兩天幫教授整理同學的創作故事, 準備出書.  看同學寫故事, 熄滅了很久的"寫作癮"又發作起來.  我一直都很希望將來能寫出動人的小說, 但我不著急, 因為沒有歷練和技巧, 就什麼也寫不好.  自回到校園, 深深體會到未學行先學走的痛苦.  我大膽地相信自己有寫故事的觸角, 但不了解各種技巧和文學歷史, 就像小朋友拿起畫筆胡亂塗鴉, 雖不乏趣味, 卻難成大器.
另一方面, 自讀碩士課以來, 基本上無暇想別的事情, 腦袋脹住, 所有幻想都擱在一旁.
剛才打開以前寫的一些小說來看(沒給人看過的), 覺得那個手筆很陌生; 技巧當然不好, 但情感上我是很滿意的.  兩年後的今天, 心裡有點害怕, 我再也寫不出那種手筆. 
In the process of tempering my emotions and affections for both my personal development and work, it's a by-product that my emotions for words have also been indirectly suppressed to a certain extent.  The magazine is no doubt within the boundary of realism whereby I have tried hard to fit into the spectrum. Of course, there's no room for individualism either.
What I find interesting about doing the master course is, everything is possible.  For instance, when I sought the professor's advice on my course thesis topic, he strongly recommends me to do crossovers and apply my knowledge and research on paintings (the concept of concreteness and abstraction) to movies.  Therefore, under his suggestion, I'm going to interpret "Apu trilogy" (an Indian movie series) from the perspective of "concreteness and abstraction".  Sounds weird? Actually not.  Some scholars have written books on this aspect long ago.  I have no idea how this can be done but it's an interesting attempt indeed though I only have two weeks to get this done (Worse is, I could feel the initial attack of flu).  Many more sleepless nights.