I don’t tend to hang onto things, and I actually enjoy cleaning out closets and getting rid of clutter. On the other hand, I never throw any of my writing away. Right now, I have several floppy discs (old school!) full of unfinished pieces I wrote about thirty years ago. Although I’ll probably never be able to get at that data since I haven’t had a floppy drive on my computer in this century, I take comfort in the fact that the work is preserved there.
Unfortunately, hanging onto all of that unfinished work means that I often waste time re-reading the old stories rather than working on new ones. After all, there are reasons why those incomplete novels were never completed. Usually, the plot is broken, or the characters are cardboard, or I need to do some research.
Still, I like to tinker with them. I recently completed a women’s fiction novel called Just the Two of Us, and it’s hanging around on my hard drive waiting for something to happen. Until I decide what to do with it, I’m trying to write something else. Which is proving impossible since I can’t seem to settle on any one thing. Already, I’ve attempted two novels, each of which are going nowhere.
Now, I’ll save those two novels with the others in my ‘unfinished’ folder in hopes that, some day, I’ll complete them. Hopefully, my computer hard drive can handle more files.