Here lately I’ve been getting ready to move. This isn’t the first time I’ve moved, but it is the first time I’ve made a collective effort to get rid of the excess. It’s amazing to me how much we can accumulate over time, almost as if some of us have hoarding ingrained in our genetic makeup. I’m not a hoarder to the point where I buy multiples of the same things. But I’m a sentimental fool who likes to hang onto notes from the past. My biggest challenge has been throwing away things I don’t ever use or need. That seems like a simple task, until you realize you can still make up bags of Goodwill bound items from things you left behind.
I come by it naturally. Our family is notorious for keeping things that in the grand scheme of things won’t matter. For example, when we try to purge through our past memorabilia, we tend to sit for hours reading through things one last time. I’m sure some of you out there reading this can relate. While there can be negative, hair-splitting frustration tacked onto this bad habit, sometimes it can be a good in a roundabout way. Clothes I haven’t worn in months will find a new home and the little trinkets I clung to might be some little girl’s new treasure. Old papers I kept long after their sentimental value can be recycled into something usable and new.
In the process of gleaning and cleaning, I’ve uncovered many lost artifacts, including old manuscripts. Just last night I uncovered a story I wrote at least six years ago. It was part of the series I began as a nine-year old, typing away on my parent’s first desktop computer. I had always loved science fiction, so it was no surprise that the first stories I wrote centered around a group of stranded kids on an alien planet. I wrote the series based on the adventures of these kids growing into adults, and continued with the next generation. Even while working on other projects I would often return to my original story and add a new chapter. Then, a year and a half ago, I revisited the series. The story was obviously begun by a nine-year-old, so it needed to be re-imagined and refurbished. Heaven’s Edge was born out of this.
I couldn’t have known then that the first book I would self-publish would be based on the first book I wrote. So keep that in mind, fellow readers and writers, when you’re throwing those old papers away. Sometimes what we perceive to be trash is actually a potential treasure.
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“A group of refugees from a powerful, sophisticated Core World planet have been on the run for seven years. The plan was to get away and give their children some time to grow up and help them carry on the cause. The cause was to help the rebellion, win the war and go home. But things didn’t quite turn out the way they planned…”