There are many poems written about the seasons of the year. I thought about the change of seasons as a rebirth. Yesterday I posted a poem about the month of March. It is a turbulent month with many mood swings. Cold. Warm. Snowy. Flowers emerging from winter's sleep.
Has our writing gone through the same process? I can say that I'm writing about things that wouldn't have six months ago. Over time perspectives on life change. When I read my favorite writers. I notice how, over time, their writing goes through a transformation. It can happen several times. Their focus changes, but their unique style remains the same.
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