While hunting for pirates today, I found treasure.
With my wife at the grocery store, my daughter at the library, and my mom immersed in reruns of Bonanza, I sat down to start work on The Terrible Misfortune, but got sidetracked by some old, outdated notes I found in my MacJournal software.
(MacJournal is an easy-to-use text editor that organizes your documents into journals – I use it for rough drafts of blog entries because unlike Word, it uses simple text and not things like curly quotes, which have to be changed before I make the blog entry, lest the characters not be recognized. I also use it to store temporary information instead of Stickies, because my desktop always became overwhelmed with the latter. MacJournal is retail software now, but I still use the freeware version I got a couple of years ago.)
I decided to quickly go through the journals and toss out entries I didn’t need, and as I went down the list I noticed one journal was called Fathers Christmas. I opened it up and found… notes. Lots of notes. Five pages and 1,400 words worth of notes about the play, most of which were concentrated on the second act, where I’m at right now. There were lines for people and snippets of conversation, even some long stretches of dialogue.
I’d forgotten about all of it. A lot of it was really good stuff that, it turns out, I needed, especially at the point in the play at which I quit writing. And, as it turns out, none of it had been used because, as I said, I had forgotten all about it.
What a find, what a find.
So I incorporated all the notes into one word document, saved it in the folder for A Father Christmas, printed them out, and put them in the appropriate project binder.
And now I have the urge to hurry and bash out the Pirate treatment so I can get back to the play and finish it. Because it’s time. It’s waited long enough to be born. Besides, how can I not finish it now, seeing that I’ve already written most of what is yet to come?
It’s going to be an easy finish now. Too bad it took me so long to find it. Serves me right for not being my usual, organized self.
Oh, well. It could have stayed lost until after the play was produced and published. Then where would I be? I’ll take it late, which is better than never.
Meantime, I bet I get The Terrible Misfortune finished in record time. After all, behind every finished writing project is another one waiting for it to be finished so it can have its turn.
how long, how long you gonna keep
tellin’ me you like me fine
how long until I’m gonna make you mine
how long before you wake up
and find a good man gone
(via iTunes shuffle play)