The Attic Light

Should authors keep their old stories in the attic or the basement?

The basement is secure, tornado-proof and such. Safe for tall, tortured tales.

But the attic in my mind has old, thick-paned windows, dusty from the misspent years. Moonlight can slip through, casting strange, fresh light on crooked, overworked plots.

Yes, I think my old stories live there.

I need to go up there soon.

Soon, but not today.

See, there’s a coward living at the bottom of my attic stairs.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe