The recent necessary reconstruction of my library/office space meant everything was packed away. Different bookcases were added to one wall which meant I had to go through years of accumulated papers not in my file cabinet.
My daughter will thank me as I threw away stacks of unneeded saved items. Then I struck gold. Years ago, before computers, I had started stories that I knew needed editing, but put them aside as new stories wanted to be written. I thought they had been lost in our move to the desert.
The stories had been written and were no longer in my mind and I could not remember the words or the characters names. Eleven years ago when I unpacked the boxes of papers and books to put in the new bookcases, the papers were put on a bottom shelf while I spent days arranging my novels, history, archaeology, biographies, children's books (yes, I'd saved them), and cookbooks. The papers were forgotten as more papers accumulated.
I'm now busy editing about seven "old" stories. They are as twisted as my current tales. I'll post one for a free read one of these weeks.
Published on
September 08, 2012 10:49
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