The Lost Draft and Other Mentions

I have crossed another threshold. I have reached the mystical 48 mark. It is quite an achievement if you want to count the ticks on a linear timeline as those. 

I had to stop creating the characters for a moment. My attention was drawn to a lost draft in one of my forgotten folders. As I reorganized my digital shelves, the draft called out and mesmerized me.

20 years ago, I managed to write almost 300 pages and then froze, stopped, and walked away.

I guess it is time to defrost all those stories and allow them to orbit the currently available sun.

 I am in the middle of editing and will throw the draft off a mountain like a paper airplane.

Will it hold? Will it fly through the air? Will it drop to the ground?

I don't know.

But I am certain it will try to be what it was intended to be.