old stories

In a fit of creativity this evening, I sat down with a guitar and wrote a song. I will often dilly-dally about with guitars, ukuleles (or continue to try and teach myself piano), but never write down the words to the songs that form. Tonight, I decided to buck that trend and searched for something to write down the coming words. I ended up finding an old, sketch journal from a few summers ago and made use of it. What came as a surprise was finding a bunch of extremely short stories or beginnings of stories inside - my junkyard of false starts. I'm going to end the evening reading over them. Perhaps tomorrow I'll bust out the trusty typewriter, and this sketch journal, and see if anything good comes of it.