Digging through the basement

Last weekend, I started digging through the pile of stuff downstairs in the dungeon. There hidden among a bunch of old posters were two storyboards from a novel that I was working on long ago. Despite the fact that these ugly decorations were of no use to me the first or second time they graced my walls, perhaps putting them up a third time would give me more motivation than I have previously heretofore acquired. 

This particular novel is funny. I started it right before my first successful Nanowrimo run. And, despite it being the shortest of the three novels that I'm working on, it has certainly garnered the most attention and time of all my writing. On the whole, it is probably the best novel I've written; although, the first half is admittedly a grammatical disaster, so much so that I occasionally wonder if I can just change the second half into a short story.

In short, perhaps I've just put these up on my wall because, like most people, I just need a reminder of what motivates me. I need something that recognizes that I have sacrificed and accomplished a task. And most of all, I need a reminder that I am perfectly capable of doing all of it again in the near future.