The Funeral of the first draft of Scottaloo · 5:59am May 16th
We are gathered here today to remember a chapter lost to time. Although it's word count low, it's soul was much more than what a few words could bear to bring.
I don't remember the original reason I wrote Scottaloo. Maybe I accidentally misspelled Scootaloo, maybe I just put 2 and 2 together and got 5. Who knows.
But one thing I *do* remember is the reception the story got. It's nothing special, that's for sure. I've enjoyed writing other stories more, and I've put more effort into others. But nonetheless, it is my most successful story to date.
Whether it was the short length or the gaudy presentation, people really enjoyed reading it. And that made me happy. Not just because it was my first success in a line of horrible, terribly written stories, but because it got people to laugh and smile at the absurdity of it all.
I think I've taken that lesson to heart with my "recent" stories. While it's true my drive to write has died almost as quickly as Gummigoo after stepping into the Circus, I never forgot what that feeling, that lesson, was.
It's been over two years since I published Scottaloo. In that time I've moved between states, had several jobs. Reconnected with family, and lost many friends. I've matured out of an edgy, prose filled age, graduated high school, and grown an appreciation for the time I have made for others.
I've lived, and I'm happier for it.
You know, when I first started writing, I always ended a chapter with "Thanks for reading, and have a wonderful day!". I don't know why I stopped. But I suppose it's the only thing left to say.
Thank you, truly. Goodnight y'all.
