entering Wonderland again
|Write a final blog entry (or static item) to commemorate this event including all you’ve learned (or not) with this process. (if it's your second time entering this, what was the difference between this round and the last?)
As with last year, I really enjoyed wandering through Wonderland. I learned that I still have trouble when it comes to posting notes on other people's notebooks. It feels strange to me, as though I'm intruding on a personal space for my own purposes. Of course, I do realize that I enjoy hearing from friends on my own wall even when it really has nothing to do with communicating with me . . . I just have to get over that one.
I think that my favorite activities this year have been the poetry and the stories.
I liked playing with the poems again this year. I enjoyed the key one and the missing body parts one because I could make them about writing and they just felt right. I enjoyed the parodies of “A'sitting on a gate” and Joyce Kilmer's “Trees” and the argument poem (the dishwashing one which is based on a real experience from my childhood). I've written about Caleb (the long sad tale) in ways that I was more happy with. I enjoyed the nonsense ones (all mad here and cut the cake) because they fit with how I think about Carroll. Writing a mirrored poem was not as fun as I thought it would be, mostly, I think, because I got frustrated with the mirroring program. The poem itself I liked.
I got a bit frustrated by the “H”s because I just don't think alliteratively. It worked out well, I thought, and I liked how it ended up. Maybe I liked it better because I found it a bit frustrating.
Of the stories, I think I like the myth best—because it was difficult. I enjoyed delving more into Fia and Riea's life and imagining an adventure that includes Alice. I kind of stopped writing them in the middle, not because I wasn't interested in going further but because the challenges didn't draw me further into the story. Maybe next year.
The autobiography and characters simply flowed, but I'm not sure I remember what I wrote without going back to it. I know, it's been a long month, so that might be the reason, but I tend to use autobiography as a kind of surgery, getting something out so that I don't have to think of it anymore. I don't know if that's a good thing or not.
I didn't really see much of a difference between this year and last year. I enjoyed the same bits and had trouble with the same bits. But I'd definitely do this kind of activity again. I like how it stretches me in complicated ways.
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