Hard to believe this is the last one (and not having one last week is really throwing me off my rocker). However, I did like how we focused on the sound of the poems. It's one of those small things I usually wind up forgetting about until someone mentions it. But being able to look over my poem and say it aloud, concentrating on how it sounds, helped me figure out if reading it and saying it were conveying the same messages. It also gave me idea son what I could do to the poem to kind of make the patterns I was finding stick out more or less in a piece.
One thing I'm nervous for though is actually reading it aloud to others. There is a stark difference between saying it to yourself in the privacy of your room, or muttering it in a classroom, than actually sitting in front of others and reading it. If my experience is anything to go by, my heart is going to settle in my throat and it's going to feel like I'm trying to talk through cotton. And be louder than the drumming in my chest. While trying not to garble my words up when I notice I've made a mistake. Maybe I should just stop writing about because the more I think about it the worse it gets. But now that I wrote that, I'm just going to think about it even more. I've got myself into a vicious cycle, isn't that pleasant?
No more of that! Revising has been a lot more enjoyable than I thought. At first, when I got two the finals of two poems, I was wondering what else I could do to them. But it came to me like it was the most obvious thing in the world (which I guess it kind of was). I could just turn them into short stories, since I already had one poem that was definitely done and had all of its drafts finished. The one I have done so far turned out rather well, but I'm still experimenting with the last one to make it work. Even once I think I'm done it seems like I have more to do.
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