There’s something about this time of year, when time changes along with the seasons. It feels like a time of change, encouraging me to change as well, to clean things up, straighten out my thoughts as well as my things.
I find myself going through my files; my stories and poems, only to unearth fragments I haven’t finished.
Seeing them sparks off ideas I’d forgotten, a flashback to where I was, when I started and stopped this story.
These sparks kindle new ideas. I find myself adding more to what I’d abandoned, breathing new life into these old ideas. Sometimes they become part of another story I was already writing. Sometimes they’re reshaped into an entirely new form.
How about you, dear reader? Do you ever unearth unfinished works you’d forgotten? Do they spark new ideas or rekindle old ones when you do?