Unusual Help

I admit it I am a hoarder and not just of books, some of which I’ve had since I was young.  It’s just that the moment I throw something away, I always seem to need it a week later. Now I don’t go to such extremes as to build myself a little fort out of random stuff I’ve collected but hoarding doesn’t have to be quite such a bad thing.

For example sifting through my old writing it reminded me of that spark I once had for writing stories, it also gave me some great ideas, not just for my unfinished items, that have now gone back into my ever increasing to do list; but shed fresh light on newer ideas.

So you could say in a way that hoarding has given me inspiration, its renewed that spark of creativity within me, lit a fire under the embers of forgotten tales and created a mob of characters all vying for my attention in some sort of united march of the forgotten.

The only dilemma I have now is where do I start first? Well the answer to me was obvious…at the beginning. I have gone back to the very first novel I wrote, looking at it now with an adult’s view, I can see the teenager in me who sat for hours with notebook and paper just writing as the world took shape before her. A part of me doesn’t want to edit it, but to leave it in it’s raw form with all its imperfections, but then there is the promise I made to myself that it would be published, so that is this year’s wish.

At the very top of the pile after sifting through my old writing (my hoarded treasures), I’ve dusted off the bright pink wallet the hard copy has been asleep in all this time with a new impetus, I can almost hear the characters from within The Calling shouting at me “About time!”