A man's errors are his portals of discovery (James Joyce)
One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. Which road do I take? she asked. Where do you want to go? was his response. I don't know, Alice answered. Then, said the cat, it doesn't matter (Lewis Carroll)
“Begin at the beginning,” the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” (Lewis Carroll)
“'But I don’t want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat. 'We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.'
'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'Or you wouldn’t have come here.'” (Lewis Carroll)
I have spent about two hours doing three different Blogs for today: this is attempt number four. I am exhausted. I still have no idea of what I am doing. First attempt was about fashion, second attempt was Freudian slips, third attempt was Christmas pudding, oh and there was another attempt – fragments of the imagination. So I am starting at the beginning, with no theme and will go on till I come to the end and then stop. I know without a doubt that I must be quite quite mad to be sitting here still doing this!
I will go through the portal of my imagination and see where it takes me… The portal is leading me down a flight of stairs, I am wearing a sequinned hat and sequinned corset, and a long skirt. My heels are high, my lips are red. My false eyelids flutter. At the foot of the stairs is a silver table, on which stands a Christmas pudding. It has holly on top and a little tag. On reading the tag, it suggests, “Eat me.” Alice in Wonderland? I slice the pudding open and out pours some thick red sauce… Voices float through an open window.
I open the door, as I step into the darkness I hear…
[Have you ever played this game in an English class: where each student gets to add a paragraph to the story? Well, I have started the story, now you can each write another paragraph – including you, Tom!!]