Last year, I participated in NaNoWriMo,
And at the end of November…
After many life interruptions…
And thousands of words under my belt…
I put my NaNo writing in a folder on my desktop…
And forgot about it.
Then this year, with all the hooplah...
About NaNoWriMo starting up again…
The icon seemed to be more obvious than normal..
Bigger? Was it taunting me?
What's the matter? Chickened out? It seemed to be saying.
No! I told myself (and the icon). No time for NaNo this year.
But the icon mocked me back.
Poor baby, can’t handle the pressure?
“Shut up, you evil icon. Who are you to judge me?”
Why don’t you open me up at least. See what’s inside me.
“No. I’ve got more important things to do. Like work on my W.I.P.”
Now I know you’re a chicken. Afraid of what you wrote?
Now I know you’re a chicken. Afraid of what you wrote?
“Afraid of my writing? You really are an evil icon.”
Then open me up. I’ve been sitting here all year. Open me!
So this morning I did…
I had to say my mouth went dry. Probably a remnant from my cold.
I felt a flutter in my chest. Probably gas or a PVC.
And I read.
I had totally forgotten what I wrote.
I actually had started three different stories.
And they were good...
Like they were someone else’s writing.
The last story, about spirits, was so intriguing...
And I don’t even remember where the story is going...
So, while sipping a fresh brew of coffee...
I'm going to read ...
And thoroughly enjoy my own writing.
And be surprised where my story goes.
So?
Have you ever found an old story you wrote and forgot about…
And when you read it…
Were impressed with your own writing?
Or at least with story you started?
Always, Em-Musing
