A long while ago, I complained that I had lost every manuscript of everything I had ever written and that there was no way of recovering it. (And I had no clue where else to look for my lost Files)
Well, today, per chance, I plugged in an external Harddisk I hadn’t used in a long while, and wouldn’t you know? There they sat: most files of the many novels I wrote and drafts too. I began reading through some and I am a bit taken aback: I was a talented writer with a way of creating engaging characters. I wonder if I still have it in me if I try to finish one or two drafts.
Be it as it may: I am happy and relieved that I have those files back.
I’ll keep discovering some more drafts and ideas… Read you again tomorrow 💖
reflections of an unquiet mind 