As always, it's an interesting task returning to older drafts. When your mind or even heart was in a different place. Sometimes the draft is solid enough that I know where I was going. Know the moment, the memory that triggered the piece. And other times, like today when I'm editing a piece about my youth, my memory of which is full of pits and scabs, it's hard. Recalling a moment twice warmed over. I did pull out a line that I recognized as embellished. Not a lie, but more of a spelling out of something that was originally only implied. Sometimes I think a tap at the door is more haunting than a knock, you know? It's 184 words and the last 55 are a doozy. I just read through them and oof! I feel like I'm mentioning word count a bit more for different reasons lately. Today, it's because I'm reminded how much strength can be packed in such a small package. succinct (adj.) early 15c., "having one's belt fastened tightly," from Latin succinctus "prepared, ready; contracted, short," past participle of succingere "tuck up (clothes for action), gird from below," from assimilated form of sub "up from under" (see sub-) + cingere "to gird" (see cinch (n.)). Sense of "brief, concise" first recorded 1530s. "Gird from below." I don't know, why but that made me chuckle. Wonder what would happen if I approached my editing in that style? A hemming up if you will. It does work with a lot of my pieces because at times I tend to write past the natural ending. Sometimes it is a line, sometimes, 10. We'll see. Take care of yourself.
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"As always, it's an interesting task returning to older drafts. When your mind or even heart was in a different place. Sometimes the draft is solid enough that I know where I was going. Know the moment, the memory that triggered the piece. And other times, like today when I'm editing a piece about my youth, my memory of which is full of pits and scabs, it's hard. Recalling a moment twice warmed over." - That is beautiful. I can definitely relate.