I used to keep mountains of scraps of things I'd written down. I had no way of organizing them, but I always said I would someday craft them into something worthy. Worthy of what, I never asked. But at one point I began to feel suffocated by them, that I was ignoring so much by letting things accumulate, so I decided to try and go back to work on them. Then I realized that I was spending too much time on past creative flashes that had long since gone dry. Some of the stuff still spoke to me, but too much of it was alien.

So I got rid of it all. And I don't feel like I've made a mistake at all. The only difference is that now they're not sitting in a drawer, ignored and heavy. So I've decided to try and work on things while they're fresh. There's nothing wrong with putting something away for a while, but ten years is too long, at least for me.