Comic relief

I don't know about other people but occasionally I feel the need to, intentionally, write absolute gibberish. It's like a pressure valve for sane ideas, letting the good stuff pass through whilst throwing the mad stuff into a prison of paper. I have a few recent pieces that came from just throwing stuff at a Word document and it seems I've been doing it for longer than I thought.

I mention this because today I've been having a clear out of all the scraps of writing in the various folders on my computer. Deep down in the pits of C: Drive I came across a piece called The Hill. I don't think I wrote it. Or at least if I did I almost certainly needed a good course of drugs afterwards. It's absolutely bonkers. Yet also fascinating because I'm not really clear how it came about. I did find a snippet from it attached to a collaborative story I was involved in, here in the forum's collaborative section when it was much busier but beyond that, clueless.

It's been quite enjoyable though to see what the younger me wanted to write, surprising how far some of the pieces got and how many good ideas can be cannibalised for new work. I'm keeping The Hill as well, just so I can find it again in a few years.