My longest ongoing project is this scattered "write dump" where I write short stories and ideas for stories, skeletons of stories, and character skeletons but never full fleshed stories. I have a guitar that I can't seem to stick with, a half a scarf that I tossed because I got frustrated with knitting, 3 or 4 pages in a scrap book, and a buncha really pretty pictures. And some xtranormal videos. I'll check back in about 10 years to see where this all goes. I can't draw either!!
A sample from write dump:
Janes about 9 years old sitting on the edge of a cliff, flirting with the weather, flirting with the nearby daisy. Because she loves to dream and she loves to think and she doesn’t want to go. She hangs her legs over the valley down below and she watches the birds fly in circles below her feet and she wonders if the homes in the valley are all there is and about the Anybody who will take her into their arms. And she throws her arms to the threatening sky and screams to whoever is there, and hoping for an ear to emerge from the sky. Instead the water comes down and her tears falls down and the lightning surpasses to the valley. And she jumps to the bolt to swing to the other side. A dangerous worthy ride. This is a modern love story. It’s also an old fashioned love story, two incompletes.
(I laughed just rereading that, the "write dump" should actually be called "The Incompletes."
(Jane's supposed to somehow end up in some magical dimension on the other side of the valley and God only knows what was going to happen there but maybe I'll figure it out someday. She may not even fall in love, that line just popped out in the middle of writing.)