Them ole' stories stored on the ole' hard drive

I was doing some maintenance work on my writing stuff (getting a bunch of short stories ready for submission) when I started going through my old files I've transferred over onto my hard drive from previous computers. Wow, I have a lot of stories that I completely forgot about. I even had a 95+ page start to a novel that I completely forgot about.

I was talking about writing to someone the other day, and I started reminiscing about some of my first stories, including my very first novel, which I think was called the Victoria VII. No, I don't know what it was about, but I think it had something to do with a ship wreck on the bottom of the ocean. Yeah, I'm serious. I don't know what the story is about, and I actually have the novel and tried reading it to figure it out. That first novel, written when I was about 12, makes zero sense whatsoever. But it was my big epic back then, even if it made as much sense as Calvin Ball does.

I found one of my novellas that I haven't completed. It's called Trace of Memory, a really fascinating science fiction/fantasy story I started writing when I was first studying genetics. It's amazing how those stories get forgotten. I also found Mapping the Silence of Dreams, another one of my novellas, although that one is completed, but in dire need of a cleaning up.

And I guess that's the problem with most of the stories. They're mostly all pretty good, but so many of them require serious work to get them up to speed with what I would feel comfortable with submitting. I realized that I have approximately 80 short stories that need to be reworked and then submitted for publication. Some of those are only a few years old, while others are as old as from 1983.

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