In going back through my post folder this weekend, I found several drafts of entries that I began and then never went back to. Why not? Various reasons: I might have wanted to think through the topic more, or I might have just lost interest in the subject. In most of the cases, I like(d) what I had written…and in every case, I’d do some tweaking to polish the prose!
Here’s a look at some partial [very] rough drafts:
From fall of 2012:
You’ve seen prettier beaches. So have I. Beaches with clear blue water, shining white sand. Beaches with exotic names and in exotic places. But I will always list Seal Beach in California as one of my favorite places to be.
From early 2013:
The sun-bright day glows around me, the January cold somehow sharpened by the intense light. There is no warmth in it, but still it cheers me. The sunshine holds a promise of warm weather to come, of green grass and growing things, of movement and newness, change and activity.
Spring, then summer.
From spring of 2013:
I just dropped Meg off at the high school for choir practice, and it occurs to me I’ve been dropping kids off at those same LTHS front steps for eleven years now…eleven years. The building façade has changed some, and interior a lot…but the memories are somehow very similar. Three kids, three sets of high school experiences, of high school dramas, of high school growing pains and of high school coming-of-age stories.
Somehow my children are twenty-five, twenty-two, and sixteen. How did that happen? My adult son, Eric, has graduated from college and lives in a house across town. Sometimes we meet for lunch or dinner, and I marvel at the person seated across the table from me: the deep voice, the three day growth of beard, the muscled arms. Some days, it’s just new to me all over again that the teenager has grown into a man.
Last Sunday, my husband and I took Eric and Jorge to breakfast and then afterwards we all went to Town Lake, and I laughed as Eric named the many varieties of trees growing there and his plans for the trees he and Jorge would be planting at their place…laughed because when Eric was a kid, he would have talked nonstop about what dinosaurs might have lived on the banks of the river and which trees each dinosaur would have liked to eat best. I could see the same enthusiasm and passion in his face at twenty-five as I saw in him at age five, only the topics have changed with the passing of the years.
Karen is in her junior year of college in Georgia…Georgia! How did that happen? She’s our artist and our comedian; this house still laughs while she’s away at school, but when she’s home it positively roars. Karen is our only kid to have earned a true nickname: Dee Dee.
from spring of 2014:
Megan spent hours of her day making Tardis birthday hats for her March 22 party. Each one is a fez made of cardboard, painted blue, with “Police Box” in white letters and other styling on it. The hats look great, and they’re comfortable, too! I tried one out and wore it for an hour while I graded papers. Yup, we’re all a little nuts here. Happy, silly nuts.
All the while, as she crafted each hat, Meg had Dr. Who playing on her laptop at the kitchen table. That’s my girl. Age 18, and as rabid a fan as you’ll ever find when it comes to her shows. Her bedroom walls are hung with Star Trek, Harry Potter, Dr. Who, and Supernatural. She’s been to conventions and she’s bought memorabilia. She’s purchased photo-ops with the stars and waited in line for autographs. Megan is a fan girl, in every sense of the word.
And secretly, I am too. She must have got it from me. I love make believe and pretend. I love…
Any one of these could become a post sometime in the future. It’s always a good idea to save old drafts–you never know when you might want to come back to a subject. An essay I started developing on the Texas Pledge of Allegiance about five years ago eventually became a post in another blog I write. I’m so glad I saved my work on it all these years.
Look through your own draft folder every now and then and see what you can find!