The Marvelous Peace in Not Publishing

I have written more words in the past year than I have in all the years of my life combined, and almost none of them have been published. I often wonder what I will do with these words, these sentences, these paragraphs, these stories. Will I one day publish them in some form or another, or will I just throw them in the trash? Perhaps they are trash. I don’t know, I don’t know.