Last night in my writing class we started talking about books we’ve set aside. Some people have come back to them and finished them. Others have specially organized drawers for books they’ve never finished.
Like everybody else, I have stories I’ve never completed. I also have some that I finished that should really just be burned. But I hang on to them, for a lot of reasons.
I started writing stories about as soon as I could write. But the first book I remember finishing, I wrote in 7th grade. It’s your typical girl-meets-boy novella. My main character is an ice skater so that figures heavily into the plot. The book is called, “Dreamer” and I even drew the cover art by copying a pose I liked from an Ice Capades program book from a show that my family went to.
The whole thing is handwritten and safely tucked away in a box in the garage along with my college diploma, some notes from high school and an autographed Jack Wagner concert program. *sigh* I don’t want anyone to see the book (let alone read it!) but I’m proud of it. It reminds me that I’ve had this desire for a long time. And it shows me that I can finish what I started.
I’m still a dreamer. I probably always will have my head up in the clouds. But the view’s good from up here. And I truly believe that dreams CAN come true.