I currently have thirty drafts here, and that’s only here. There are other places where I’ve a bunch, but those are newer than some of the ones here. The oldest one I have here is a little over thirteen years old, though it may be scrapped as I’m pretty sure that I published it and somehow ended up with a draft. The next oldest is a little over ten years old.

Some other drafts are collections of scraps that I’ve considered expanding upon at some point, and cutoffs, and drafts for things that won’t get published but made for good writing exercises at some point. Some of those will disappear, but some of them I’ve been finally getting to completion because I want to get the plate as clean as possible.

Many years of things piling up and now I’m getting through some of them, and it’s not bad. But still, as I write I come up with more ideas and so I need to outpace my thinking which I find difficult on a good day. But I have to try. I have to keep on going and push on through, and maybe it’ll happen. Not expecting the best end result, but not aiming for the worst either. Just aiming to get there.

And then I’ll have those done, and then what? Where do I go from there? Of course there are other things in other places to shape and form and turn into completed essays, reviews, and so on, and I’ll work on those, but those will be worked on here to, or rather, published here. It keeps going and I’ll keep going and I’m not planning on stopping. I’m just gonna keep on working on what I can and keep at it.

So… yeah. Drafts. A lot of drafts. A lot of ideas started and not finished. Some are just sentences, fragments. Some are ramblings that go nowhere. Some are nowhere that go rambling. A lot of silliness, some serious. Vague remembering of parts of my life, and a push toward something better throughout it all.

Really it’s just a push toward something worse, but sometimes it’s better.

But some things that are interesting to me, and I’ve had this burst that is still going (it has only been a few days, I know), and I almost cannot stop. But I need to use that to finish things. I need to use that to improve and I need to use that to clear the plate, and have as few drafts left as possible. I need to keep on chipping away, because – and I know I’ve said this a few times, especially recently – if I don’t finish the stuff it’s not going to be finished, so I have to stick to it. I have to keep on going and pushing forward, and I am, and that means getting through fatigue, but it also means staying focused. It means continuing working on what is, and I’ll get the plate clean.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:55:96

Not the fastest, not the slowest. Not much of a bit of writing either, but I think it carries something forward. These drafts are definitely sets of memories in a sense, in that they remind me of where I may have been in life when I saved them. Stuff like that.

Written at home.