Writing

I'm slowly crawling out of a pit of dread, despair, fear, terror, along with icky squishy things that crawl in the dark.  How's that? It's still gloomy, gray, wet, and cold here but supposedly, things are shaping up for a nice weekend. Come on Mother Nature, give us a big break.

Any hoo, I got up this morning and went through a good deal of my writing material, looking for a particular story that had resurfaced in my tiny mind.  The story had been written over time in bits and pieces and all of a sudden, those pieces were falling into place.  And because I had come up with a key element to really pull the story together, I spent time looking for those bits.

Here's my initial pile.  A few months ago I had pulled out a good deal of my writing, trying to organize things.  At that point I did manage to arrange file folders for my stories by category of adult long and short stories and kid long and short stories.  Well... I'm still arranging but now it's time to get what's hand written onto the laptop, flash drive, and printed out.

Here's everything nice a neat. Each pile is a different story and there are several different stories in each notebook and lots of bits.  Looks like I'll be busy for awhile.  Not a bad way to start off a new week.