Extended Learning, a.k.a. Fleecing the Sheep

A current Facebook friend and old high school classmate is shining bright. His recent poetic success beckons me to get back on my game. I want Austria to love me too, or any other randomly abstract country that teaches literary skills through the analysis of modern works.

In other words, I'm looking into taking a creative writing course at the local college. The proverbial kick in the butt, though I'm not quite flexible enough to literally tread on my own posterior.

(Do I try too hard? Verbose might just be a four letter word.)