October 16, 2003

    I spent a good part of yesterday devoted to the task of writing.  Most of what I did was actually organizing.  Rebuilding my foundation as a writer.  Dredging up old writing, dusting it off (metaphorically), formatting it, spell-checking it, and re-reading it.

    It was an inspiring process.  I hadn't sat down and really gone over my old work in a long time.  A lot of the files were still in mac format, meaning I hadn't looked at them in five years.  I'd forgotten the enthusiasm that went into the old stuff.  Most of it was crap, but there were a few gems kicking around.  And the ideas are good, the characters are good.

    I poured myself into this task yesterday, and got so wound up that I couldn't get to sleep until 3:30am (meaning three hours of sleep).  It left me tired and punchy today, but I was thinking about writing all day long, refining characters in my head.  But now I'm too tired to do anything with it.  I'll be in bed by nine, tonight.

    One bit of disappointment: I can't find any of my high school sci-fi stories.  No teenagers with code names taking over the world.  No young telepaths breaking out of jail.  I have hard copies, and the text files should still be on the mac at my parent's house, but I've already converted them once, and I really don't want to do that again.  I haven't given up hope yet, because I still have a stack of unmarked floppies to go through.

    Once I get this all organized, I'm making lots of backups.