Mar 22, 2005 17:21
Having gone from being afraid I would lose my apartment to abruptly getting a truly generous raise that allows me to keep it and also shows me how loved and appreciated I am at work, I came home and, while talking on the phone in a fit of euphoria, managed to permanently delete the file where I keep all my unfinished Sentinel stories. Fifty-plus pages single spaced. Gone.
Now ordinarily I'd be pitching a fit about this, but as I'm unwilling to spoil my otherwise wonderful mood, I'm deciding that this is a good thing, and that it will let me write fresh stories of all kinds without feeling trapped by obligations to old ideas. Then again, it might simply be the shock talking, but as the stories aren't coming back, I'd rather keep being happy than plunge into an abyss to no good end.
life,
writing,
work