I was talking to my husband about this exact phenomenon this morning over breakfast with one slight alteration. This is not happening to me with a story I read. It is with a story I wrote two years ago. Even though I finally decided to "trunk it" I find myself drifting back there all the time. I started to question whether or not I should have taken the plunge and just tried to publish it since it is a time and place that lives on in my mind (where so many other stories have come and gone).
After a long and honest discussion about my impressions of where that draft really "is," my husband presented me with an assignment: abandon my half-assed CampNaNoWriMo project and use this month to work my ass off on the story that just won't go away.
I think he might be right about this.
Although I am terrified. I haven't reread the story in at least eight months. And the last time I read it, I was so distraught I decided to throw in the towel.
What if the memory is prettier than the words? What if my initial edits were all written in the wrong direction? What if this story is truly destined for the trunk?
I guess it is time to find out.
No more excuses. I am jumping back in.
Wish me luck.
