A half written story . . .

I was going through old files on my computer and came across an unfinished, untitled, story from a few years back.

I must have ran out if inspiration with it and just hid it away and forgotten about about it. That sounds like something I’d do.

I’ve not read it but I plan to here soon. Glancing through the pages; it’s several pages long, it vaguely came back to me.

My friend Tonya has been asking me when I was going to write another story, she’s one of my proof reader/ editors. I may just send it to her and see what she thinks about it before I put effort into reading it myself and possibly trying to finish it.

I suppose though, if I read it, I would realize where I had been trying to go with it, why I had gotten stuck, and what I could do to complete it, since I already have that much of it written.

Then again, who knows? Maybe the reason I quit writing on it was because the characters had quit speaking to me and it wasn’t going to be able to go any further with it. Who know ?