I have started so many writing projects without ever writing the elusive words “The End.” The evidence hit me in the face yesterday. I spent the afternoon cleaning up my digital spaces – reclaiming 1 gigabyte of storage by deleting emails and sorting my Google Drive into submission. As I compiled bits and pieces of writing into one folder, I found paragraphs I’d forgotten writing. Outlines for ideas that I never put time into fleshing out. I read reminiscences, reactions, responses.
I’m hoping this current project – the one I’m dedicating time to sitting and working on, regularly and with intention – will be the first one I end. My son is going to keep me honest because he’s heavily invested in the story; he helped me dream it.