Theme Thursday - Draft

Ahhhh, so thats how you want to play it, Theme Thursday, is it?
Throwing all these topics at me that I'm struggling to write about, eh?
Perhaps you know about all those drafts saved in my blog that have never been published, hmm?
Trying to dare me into posting them, are ya?
Or maybe you just know that I'm not so creative when I'm so busy that my memory decides to shred everything that enters it?
Well, you can try Theme Thursday, but you'll never keep me down.

So why do I have all these saved drafts that never got posted?
I look at some of the titles and think, if only I'd continued, or perhaps even written anything to go with those dandy titles, perhaps they could have been quite interesting.
I think a lot of them were never published because I was scared.
I remember when I first started my blog and no one read it.
It was nice, but at the same time, it is now very nice to know that some people pay attention to what I say.

I remember when I was younger, I'd always write drafts for novels.
I always wanted to write a book!
I have quite a few that I started that were a few chapters long.

And in my diary (which I have always failed at writing in regularly, once in a blue moon I write in it) there are a few little fictional drafts, one of which I think of regularly and have considered posting on my blog at some point.

In primary school, I remember I wrote about a rabbit. I think her name may have been Jemma? Something like that. Anyway, here I was, 6 years old, writing chapters everyday/week about this rabbit and the epic adventures of her and her family. I do believe either she, or her twin little sisters (or perhaps all three) were kidnapped at some point.

And when I was nine, I remember writing about a girl called Ally, and some little fruit people? I don't really know how else to describe them, they were babies, but their clothes were basically just fruit! For example, there was a baby that simply wore a pumpkin. There was a big scandal in this 'book' aswell, I think this book was at least fourteen chapters long, and I remember everytime I wrote a new chapter my teacher would put it up on the window so that people who walked past could read it. They often did that with some of the best stories.

Goodness gracious I miss story writing back in primary school!
These days, I don't really like much of what I write.
Although I do have one piece of description about the Lyttelton Gaol that I wrote quite a few years ago that I like.

Hmmmmm, I do believe I'm rambling again, aren't I?
I'll stop now and spare you ;)