I wrote a short story for a creative writing class several years ago that I’d never really done anything with.
It was one of those things that means a lot to you as a writer, but doesn’t really have a place in the greater scheme of things.
I’ve thought about re-writing it several times in varying fashions, but each attempt seemed disingenuous.
Even if they were technically proficient, the drafts and revisions lacked the heart—the candor of the original.
Instead I decided to leave it as is.
Besides, sometimes it’s good to just get things out and let them go.
A Lesson from Elly is posted.