Where do all of the unfinished stories go? Is there a story graveyard? Is there a place of limbo while they’re being shelved for another day? All of the characters just sitting there waiting, wondering if we’ll come back for them while we work on a fresh new story with new characters. Do they feel betrayed and cheated on? Do we ever get back to them?
Maybe I can take all of my unfinished work and recycle it. Give it some time to marinate while I work on a new project and if nothing comes within an alotted amount of time, I could pass it on to someone else who isn’t so close to the story and maybe they could finish it. Seen from a fresh perspective maybe my darlings will have a chance to get out there in the world to be read and learned from.
Where is all of this coming from you ask? Well I’m glad you did.
As I was riding down Sheridan road the other day working on a local motorcycle travel article, Shay popped into my head and morphed into someone completely different. The story just came flowing out of me. It hasn’t stopped since Wednesday. I have been writing writing like a mad woman and the new Shay is pretty damn cool. It’s nothing I would have expected but it appears she didn’t want to be what I wanted her to be. She is strong and confident, not confused and victimized. She has great style and doesn’t care what anyone thinks. She doesn’t worry about what will happen, she just takes risks and can’t wait to see where it takes her. She has total trust in the process of life. And she has this one crazy, cool quirk that I simply love about her but I’ll have to do some research on it because I don’t know much about it. I’ll fill you in on that when the story is a little more developed. I’ve got pages upon pages of ideas for chapters and I actually have a beginning and an end. I can sum up in a paragraph what it’s about and all of the shiny details and back story are brewing as we speak. I guess what I’m doing is considered an outline. Never thought I’d do one of those.
On another note, I’m also taking a trip. I will be going to the Boundary Waters in Minnesota/Canada. I’m torn between looking forward to it and not looking forward to it because I’m scared of bears and cold weather but I love adventure. But like what’s his name said in the movie “Without A Paddle,” I don’t have to outrun the bear, I just have to out run the people I’m with. (Hilarious movie by the way, one of my favorites).
I’ll have pictures and hopefully some great adventurous stories to tell. But who knows.
Until next time…