A Library of the Old, the Funny, the Ugly and the Worth Saving

While waiting for feedback on an upcoming story (plus another that may or not be related to the main one), I have endeavored to keep myself focused on further writing. After all, that is the best way towards improving one's art. Now, I've been writing stuff since I was thirteen or fourteen years of age, and while a lot of those earlier attempts had never survived this long -- stories and doodles written over the last few years have. What does it all mean, I hear you ask? Well, the answer is pretty much summed up in this post's title.

I have for all intent purposes an online library of ideas, scribbles and doodles of potential ideas. Some are arguably pretty cool, with humor thrown and enough action to satisfy the teenage kid in all of us. Some of it's pretty crap too, and I had to ask myself what the heck was I smoking at the time of writing it. Regardless of this, I'm pretty chuffed. Writing fiction (and the occasional nonfic too, but don't hold your breath there) is important to me, as it is one of the few places where my physical disability doesn't matter to the average punter looking out for a good read.

Not only that, I have a library full of possible ideas that I can rework, reimagine and improve on -- which is a rather nice feeling.