Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Once more, with (terrified) feeling

Back in... oh... 2011 or so, I started a multi-part post about the monster that lived in my bedroom closet when I was a kid. I posted the first part with a "to be continued" note at the end. A few days later, I started typing in the second part, which, as sometimes happens, grew and changed as my fingers hit the keys and my mind continued to spin and edit. But when I was nearly done—and too stupid to have hit "save" at some point—my old computer crashed, the text was lost, and in a fit of frustration, I never returned to the story. 

Roughly six months ago, I came across the pages of the unfinished monster story, and thought, "Hey, I should type this stuff in. Again. FINALLY." Then I saw some shiny object, got distracted, and I promptly forgot all about it.

Last weekend, I started writing something new, about how we (or at least I) hold onto some things far too long—out of guilt, out of misplaced responsibility. It reminded me of the closet monster, which had its origins in an awful item I felt obligated to keep. Now, I want to finish the story, and I can't find the damn pages again. I guess I'll have to just pick up the thread as a fresh tale.

Since the season of pumpkin spice is upon us, Halloween must be around the corner.* It's a good time to ponder stories of things that go bump in the night, right? I'm going to re-post Part One of the Closet Monster story, and go from there. Who knows how it will turn out this time?


*According to a tragically premature local ad I heard today, the holidays that far off. Jingle, jingle, ho ho ho, kill me now, oh Christmas Creep.

1 comment:

Chuck said...

Looking forward to the monster tale!