Happy New Year everyone!
I hope you all had a wonderful time, and I wish you all the best for you and your families.
I was rummaging through some old (very old, to be honest) stuff from my time in Scotland (any Aberdonians here or Scotts in general? Raise your hands please) and I found a booklet I had completely forgotten about. In it I found a dozen or so poems I had written way back in the late 90s. At least, at the time, I thought they were poems; not sure what anyone would call them now. I thought I had lost it, destroyed it, or just left it for the next tenant to find.
As I said, I am a late bloomer as far as writing is concerned, but I guess I did show a tiny spark of the need to write from back then, even though it didn’t flourish, and I totally forgot about I had even attempted it. I wonder if there are any salvageable lines in them? I’ll have to work on them more and do some editing (back then, I still believed writers produced their work in one sitting, and it came out perfect… yeah, I know. Silly me.) before I even attempt to consider them as poems, let alone show them to anyone. But it brought back a lot of memories, from a really nice time in my life.
Anyway, how was your holiday season? Did you do anything fun? Did you visit any other places, go abroad perhaps?
Several times I’ve “salvaged” lines from journals to use as short story openings and also personal essays. Almost like found prompts, I guess. Best of luck with the revising—it sounds like a fun project.
Thanks Ellen. I will certainly have a go at it, though I’m not sure if I’ll improve it. Poetry is so different than prose.