Lately, I’ve been struggling with writing. For the past week, I have been stuck on three articles and a play. Now, the articles have finally gone out of my system and onto “virtual” paper. But the play…
The play was a different story. I had the characters, I had some scenes already written, but I just really didn’t seem to be able to pull them all together into one play that would treat an idea I wanted to get through. The last few days have been a bit rough, I must admit. And so, because of that, my creativity just seemed to have gone to a much nicer place to be, but one always springs back, right?
Then, tonight, out of nowhere, my Mother came to sit with me and showed me a bunch of drawings, letters, messages, and stories I had written when I was much younger. Then, I spotted what is probably one of the first stories I have ever written. My Mother says I was
6 5 (I double-checked) when I wrote it, and, judging by the spelling, “intricate” story development and drawings, I’m guessing she is right!
So, I decided to share it with you. It goes like this:
Sometimes, something like this is all one needs to get back on track.