Thoughts on completion of Wonderland.
|I. Queen Alice
2. Write a final blog entry (or static item) to commemorate this event including all youâ€™ve learned (or not) with this process.
â€śItâ€™s not just for me,â€ť said the Author to his friends. â€śWe all helped along the way and, without each one of us, this might never have been done. The achievement belongs to all of us.â€ť
â€śBut we canâ€™t all wear the crown,â€ť objected Euripides, the Phoenician tailor. â€śYou wrote it down so you should have the prize at the end.â€ť
â€śDid I write it?â€ť asked the Author. â€śWe all did in our own way. If any of us had done something other than what we did, or said an entirely different thing, the story would be changed. Iâ€™m just a camera, recording events as we go along.â€ť
â€śAnd where would we be withaht you?â€ť This from Grundle the troll, his simplicity leaping immediately to the point. â€śAs I remembers it, you was the one what made us up.â€ť
The Author frowned. â€śWell, I guess thatâ€™s true. But then, where would I be without you? Every single one of you. Yes, even you, Senna. I know you only had a brief word at the beginning. But I didnâ€™t feel right putting words in your mouth.â€ť
â€śNo problem,â€ť replied Senna. â€śIâ€™m more of a doer than a talker anyway.â€ť
The veldskoen raised an arm. â€śJust a moment," he said. â€śYou mentioned putting words in Sennaâ€™s mouth. Doesnâ€™t that mean youâ€™re admitting to creating it all? In which case, the crown is yours and you should wear it.â€ť He looked around triumphantly, certain that heâ€™d proved his point.
â€śOh, very clever,â€ť responded the Author, shifting a little as though uncomfortable. â€śThat was true sometimes but, at others, you were the ones telling me about yourselves. Besides, Iâ€™d look ridiculous wearing that thing. I propose that we just put it in a glass case so everyone can look at it. Like they do in the Tower of London.â€ť
There was a murmur of approval at this suggestion and it seemed that the gathering was in agreement. Then Alice piped up. â€śBut you should have something for your hard work,â€ť she said. â€śSome sort of reward for those hours of toil and fret.â€ť
â€śIâ€™ve already had far more than I expected,â€ť returned the Author.
â€śSuch as?â€ť questioned the Dodo.
The Author put a hand to his chin as he thought about this. â€śFor one thing, Iâ€™ve learned plenty about Lewis Carroll and his books. Itâ€™s been so long since I last read them that much of it was almost new to me. And that allowed me to see things in a new light and appreciate his writing so much more. Heâ€™s taught me lots about writing in verse too. And I think itâ€™s improved my attempts in that line, to mimic the way he wrote nonsense poems.
"Then thereâ€™s having to do things that run contrary to my nature. Those community things, for instance, they were pure torture for me. It really isnâ€™t me to accost people and write in their notebooks uninvited. But I did it and the world didnâ€™t end. Which is another lesson for me - people are usually much nicer than you think.â€ť
â€śThan you think,â€ť purred Pookie. â€śI know people better than you.â€ť
â€śCats bring out the best in people, â€śanswered the Author. â€śOf course you think theyâ€™re nice.
â€śAnyway, Iâ€™ve had other rewards in Wonderland," continued the Author. â€śI had the chance to write about things I havenâ€™t in the past. There was even one where I was asked to write about history and no one ever does that. Itâ€™s all good experience and leaves me feeling a bit more confident about what I can do.
â€śAnd letâ€™s not forget all the other writers involved. I got to read a lot of stuff and see how different people could make things in other ways than my own. There are some brilliant pieces in there, wonderful tales and excellent poetry. Itâ€™s been a pleasure to work with such gifted authors and writers.â€ť
â€śSo youâ€™ve gained a lot from the experience, it seems,â€ť said the Gecko. â€śIs it enough to compensate you for the hard work and sleepless nights?â€ť
â€śYouâ€™ve been spying on me,â€ť said the Author. â€śBut yes, itâ€™s been worth all the sweat and tiredness at the end of the day. Really does me good to be stretched like this.
â€śBut whereâ€™s Amilcar? Iâ€™ve not heard anything from him yet.â€ť
The hermitâ€™s voice rose from behind the crowd. â€śIâ€™m here but just listening. Didnâ€™t want to be a nuisance.â€ť
â€śYour contribution is always welcome, you know,â€ť assured the Author. â€śSurely you have something to say?â€ť
â€śWell, I did think of something,â€ť said Amilcar, as he squeezed between Grundle and the Gecko to get to the front. â€śIt occurred to me that youâ€™re going to have a problem, not having so many things to do. I mean, youâ€™re in the habit now, working away all day and going to bed tired out. Youâ€™re going to find it hard to go back to a slower pace, arenâ€™t you?â€ť
The Author looked at him with a wry grin on his face. â€śYou, Amilcar, are a wise old bird, you know. And not that old, either.â€ť
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