writing...

I keep a file of things I've written over the years. These could be really bad poems, pieces of stories never completed, ideas for stories or even the beginnings of a music composition. I have them all. Occasionally, when I think of writing again, I open the file to read and start laughing. Some of them are REALLY bad, but others aren't too bad. My fabulous friends Becky and Mike think I shouldn't be so nervous about sharing, so here is a snippet that I found in my file that I may have to expand on at some point.

"A dancing curtain of white billowed before me like a red flag before a bull. It teased me, called to me, pulling me ever onward while I resisted, numbed and sleepy. I wanted so badly to close my eyes and rest. Up ahead, I could see the hazy shape of a small building. I approached it cautiously, keeping alert for possible inhabitants - both two-legged or four-legged. I sighed in relef at finding it empty and settled in for a long nap. In spite of my exhaustian, however, sleep was a long time in coming. I couldn't stop shivering and my hands felt like ice. Even pulling them inside my coat and placing them under my arms weren't keeping them warm anymore. I considered where I would go next. Definitely somewhere warmer! I'd already traveled about 200 miles in the past week, hitchhiking and sneaking on trucks for free rides. I only had a few dollars left and it wouldn't last much longer. Pretty soon I was going to have to find some kind of job before I starved."

Okay, I admit it, this isn't the original version. As I was sitting here typing it out I couldn't help but fix grammer and combine run-on sentences. They were bothering me!