There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside of you.
~ Maya Angelou
About 10 years ago, I had a dream that I died.
But, alas, I did not go to Heaven.
However, I didn't head south to the hot place either.
Instead, I was led to a tiny wooden desk. It held an old black typewriter and a stack of white paper about two feet high.
“Have a seat,” I was told by some dude in white.
And as I did, hundreds of folks suddenly appeared in a line behind me.
As I looked them over, I realized that I knew them all.
They were all characters — my characters…
From countless stories I had started and abandoned over the years.
My white-wearing dude friend said, “They've been waiting a long time...
And you've got to finish their stories before we let you in.”
Luckily, I woke up before the first clickety-clack hit the page.
But I have to say that the guilt I experienced in that last moment of the dream stuck with me for quite some time.
These days I still don’t finish every story I start, but I do write more than I did back when my loafing fueled that dream.
So, I’m hoping when my real expiration date comes along…
That line is a whole lot shorter.
PROMPT: Avoid writer purgatory by working on one of your stories today… especially if you have a character who’s been bugging you a lot lately. Trust me, their kind get rather out-of-line while in the line, so keep ‘em out of it while you still can.