The other night, I found myself flipping through some of my
old writings. I had pulled out the
manuscript of a musical I started writing back in high school (if you can call
two and a half scenes a manuscript) because I wanted to scan it. I don’t know that I will ever try writing
that particular musical again, but as a genealogist, I like to make sure things
are archived and preserved. After
re-reading it, I started searching through a notebook full of song lyrics and
poems I wrote ages ago for some re-writes I did on the second scene in the
musical (I later remembered that I actually wrote them directly into the
script). Going through that notebook
made me reflect on things and made me wonder why I stopped writing those
things.
