On Writing

Every so often I spend time going through old notebooks and files. I look at the the stories I’ve started, the ideas I’ve jotted down, the fragments I’ve saved because someday, yes, someday, I would craft them into something interesting.

And then I put them all away again thinking, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, maybe someday but probably never.

Illustration: Sometimes I sit around and think of all the things I won't write.

This isn’t meant to be depressing. There have been periods in my life where I was quite prolific and other stretches where… not so much. Maybe, now, looking at the scraps and growing comfortable that they won’t emerge into anything, I can think of leaving them behind as a type of inbox zero. As ideas that will stay with me but don’t necessarily need to be acted upon.

Notes: Illustration created with Adobo Fresco which is fun and I’m just starting to learn.