You could be forgiven for thinking I had pulled up stumps (what a funny term that is) and simply disappeared. Which I kind of have, in the vicinity of shifting sand, but in the real world, I have been around here. This year I have moved house, and I am half-way through the final semester of my bachelor degree, though I hope to go right on into Honours at mid-year, diving in the deep-end (no actual Honours proposal yet, I might add). I am in the middle of writing a manifesto for my third-year experimental writing unit. It kind of declares my writing intentions in the unit, in a very declarative way. I have been reading historical manifesto’s. You might enjoy this one by…