7.1

01 november 2022, day 1

 

i no longer have a story to tell.

once upon a time i started writing a romance.

i used to be in love with the idea of love, and i loved reading romances. i loved reading, period. but romances held a special place in my heart, despite the formulaic plots. 

having devoured dozens of romance novels, i was convinced i could write one in my sleep.

easier said than done.

i wrote the first couple of chapters in the late 1990s. then added a little more after y2k. shared it with a couple of folks, who liked it and told me to continue writing. and with that validation, i stopped writing my story.

flash forward to 2018-19. after yet another course on writing, i have written a few short stories and some free form writing. my writing muscle is being exercised and i am keen to finish what i started two decades ago.

but twist in the tale, many desktops and laptops later, i no longer have the story! i trawled through my email archives, with no success. i asked my beta readers to check their emails, again no success. i check my old back up files, no success.

so here i am, a writer with no story to tell.