So my daughter is at it again. In our latest phone conversation she asked me this:
“Hypothetically speaking, if you ever get eaten by a bear Mom, what do you want done with all those bits and piece of writing that you’ve saved over the years?”
First of all when someone starts out a conversation by using the words “hypothetically speaking” you know whatever follows is going to be a little off the wall, right? I mean, hypothetically speaking if I sprouted horns and a tail. (Add your own sentence here.)
As silly as it sounded she made a good point. She wanted to know if I would view those incomplete, unedited stories the way I would a journal, and if so would I not want someone to read it after I was gone?
I’m not trying to be morbid, I promise. But hey, we’re all going to be bear bait at one time or another—- hypothetically speaking, of course.
I quickly told her I didn’t look at it the same way at all. Knowing that someone might read some of my first drafts (those unedited pieces of monkey crap I wrote that never jelled into a story) if a bear ever snacked me upon, doesn’t make me feel self-conscious at all. Not only that, as many drafts as I sometimes start, I couldn’t imagine anyone taking the time to sift through them all. They’d soon nod off I’m sure.
On the other hand, I told her, giving someone the okay to read my journal would depend upon the contents. Some people use journals as a way of recording family events, not as a place to purge, lash out, and write down their deepest darkest secrets. I don’t keep a journal but I do know if I had one that I used for moaning and complaining I wouldn’t want people reading it while the bear was licking its chops.
Now you know I’m going to ask your opinion here folks. So here goes: Hypothetically speaking of course, if you got eaten by a bear do you want your journals/ unpublished stories destroyed or placed under glass and preserved for future generations?