I've spent the past few days tending to my story garden.
My story garden contains several hundred stories-in-progress.
Some freshly planted seeds are nothing more than a title, an opening sentence, or a one-line description of the concept.
Others stories have sprouted into opening paragraphs and opening scenes.
A few stories have matured into spindly outlines, with structure but no foilage, while others are a disorganized riot of foilage that needs to be trimmed into shape.
A few are almost ready to bear fruit, missing only a scene or two.
So I've spent the past few days tending to my story garden, plucking away dead growth from a few stories, adding foilage to a few outlines, adding structure to a few sprawling stories, all the while reminding myself of the many story seeds I've planted over the years.
Before too long, one of the story seeds will grow into a mature story plant, ready to share with others.