Today I came across two unfinished novels I was working on ten years ago. I had completely forgotten about the existence of one of them, so it was fascinating to read those few first pages. The two novels were part of a fantasy series (with werewolves!) I planned to write back then. I finished Book 1 and 2, but never got around writing the others. However, I also found my old notes today: lists of characters, complicated genealogies, notes on customs and language, several maps … Such a look back into one’s own writing past is rather strange — especially when you’ve long forgotten names and storylines or can only vaguely remember them. In one of the unfinished tales there were references to earlier books, I’m sure of it, but I could no longer place them and no longer knew what they actually refer to. And then, of course, the book breaks off in the middle of a chapter, leaving me wondering where exactly I had wanted to take that story. What did I want to do with the characters?
It’s rather sad, isn’t it?