Looking through my drafts, I see I have so many unfinished stories and essays. It looks like a resting place for old drafts, — not good!
There ain't no way, I'm going to let my word treasures go to ruin like that.
From time to time I return to them, tweak a few of them here and there, and send them out into the world. It's not always a pretty process, but it's ever a worthy one.
I'm sorry I can't always attend to my story children, mama is also busy doing life. Mama has her hands full with trying to keep her balance in this wild chaos of a life. I guess I'm trying everyday to not suck at things, and keep a level head about me.
So I return time and time again to my unfinished stories. The ones that lurk in the shadows of my fiction and nonfiction cupboards, gathering dust.
- Stories that should really live inside books.
- Stories that should be read and settle in the hearts of others.
- Stories that might bring wonder, fear, laughter or new ideas to others.
- Stories that I can't wait to be rid off, and out of my head.
- Stories that in excited to see how they'll end up.
The thoughts of this implore me to complete them. So once in a while I'll pull one up, from the abyss of draft-dom.
I'll shake it up a tad, and infuse life into it. Giving it some legs to walk away from me, into someone else's mind.
- I'll read it again
- edit
- throw out words
- add new ones
- question my sanity
- laugh at the absurdity of it all
- wonder why it took me so long to complete the piece
- think about how I should have taken literature class more seriously in high school
- wonder where the heck I should place a semicolon in my sentence
- get distracted musing on how "AI-assisted" writers are really just being lazy.
- add a plot twist, that even I roll by eyes at.
After all this tinkering I get to the end of the story.
Phew!
And good riddance.
Finally the circle is completed. My story has a life outside of me and is given wings to fly away from mama.
of your heart reads any of my babies, and tour soul takes to them. be gentle with them. it took a while for them to come out into this world. I hope they'll guide you to a place of common experience and Illumination.
*written by a human