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Just added another story to my small bundle of stories, the first time this has been done since originally creating it. This does provoke a feeling of triumph, to have accomplished something akin to the completion of a story and say "Here, this is something this mind has made and now willing to share is, proud of the work done and its product."
Despite this it is not a new story, merely one years past posted to LiveJournal and uncovered in old-email-sifting. A little editing done, clearing up glaring typos, and in regaining something of its feel, awareness more substantial editing would be beneficial. Perhaps this means it should not yet be included, but the response to this thought is "Ah well" and a tinge of eagerness to get to its reworking.
Originally disincluded, most likely, for being part of a very loose aggregation of stories from a particular setting, of which it is yet the only written member, and thus having not scheme to class it under without being able to see the larger shape under which it falls. This time on being seen it was instead decided to file under the miscellanea of unlinked short pieces until comes time for resorting.
That time of resorting hopefully not too far off shall be, as vague conceptions form like slow faint clouds to hint how this information might accessibly be presented and arranged. This also prompts increased desire to write and edit so as to add more stories to this collection. Very satisfying, this prospect is, though not so much as actually to do.
Despite this it is not a new story, merely one years past posted to LiveJournal and uncovered in old-email-sifting. A little editing done, clearing up glaring typos, and in regaining something of its feel, awareness more substantial editing would be beneficial. Perhaps this means it should not yet be included, but the response to this thought is "Ah well" and a tinge of eagerness to get to its reworking.
Originally disincluded, most likely, for being part of a very loose aggregation of stories from a particular setting, of which it is yet the only written member, and thus having not scheme to class it under without being able to see the larger shape under which it falls. This time on being seen it was instead decided to file under the miscellanea of unlinked short pieces until comes time for resorting.
That time of resorting hopefully not too far off shall be, as vague conceptions form like slow faint clouds to hint how this information might accessibly be presented and arranged. This also prompts increased desire to write and edit so as to add more stories to this collection. Very satisfying, this prospect is, though not so much as actually to do.
