Writing, Family and More
Although I still haven’t gotten back to Jacoby Figurine, I did get around to “cleaning” up my workspace a little. Since I work on a laptop and don’t have a desk to work at, I am mostly referring to the space on the computer where I do my writing. If I am planning on working on a larger work, I’ll open up WriteWay. However, if I am just free writing or journaling, I’ll generally work within word just because it is easier to keep individual files with it.
The result however is dozens of documents that are usually sparsely named and have little to them. Since I have a tendency to just throw everything into the default folder, this meant that “My Documents” is full of these items as well as everything else I work on over the course of years – whether letters, spreadsheets, random quotes, and anything else that suited my fancy at the time. Everything was jumbled together and it really didn’t allow me an easy way to go through it except one by one until I found random tidbit 43 that I might have been searching for.
Yesterday, I did go through and start some of this organization. I threw 40-odd items into a story ideas folder, another two dozen journal entries into another folder and anything that was related to work into the work folder I already had but wasn’t using very consistently…
Of course, while I was going through this process, I did find a few of the story ideas I had once worked on and haven’t touched since. One of these is the subject of this post.
Two years ago, I found myself experiencing a set of dreams focused around a particular bridge nearby. I’ve driven over the bridge many times; in point of fact it is part of my commute when I go to the office – which really hasn’t changed much in the last twelve years. I don’t know that there have been any significant number of accidents on it, but I did have dreams about this bridge and they were focused exclusively on accidents around the one bend in the bridge:
This aerial view shows that the bridge really isn’t all that perilous, and although at high speeds in icy conditions, I am sure it could be, I really haven’t heard of any significant accidents at this particular point. That said, in my dreams, there were many accidents there. Dozens of them.
This drove me to the point where I just needed to write about it. However, once I got to about three paragraphs, I set it down and haven’t touched it since. Looking at it now, there’s very little about it I would keep. Still, I think there will be more to write about it in the future, I just need to remember why it was significant to me…
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