Where The Words Go...

I was on my way to the bookstore to pick up a handful of magazines that feature my newest article and I started thinking about all of the articles that I have written in the past 4 years. It is SO exciting to see the words, the thoughts that you have created in the printed form (especially if it's glossy!). I have poured my heart into approx. 4 years of experiences in the written form. I began laminating each article several weeks ago and was amazed at the portfolio I have created.

Then I thought...what happens to published articles after they've "done their time"?

I'm not talking about the actual paper that the piece is printed on...just the words, the story. Is it doomed to be filed away and forgotten forever? Do the words die a quick death with no hope for resurrection? Is it stolen by the same little gnome that tends to kidnap my socks on laundry day? Is it calling out to me, stretching out its "arms", yearning for me to pull it out of the flood of other published works?

I see each piece that I write as a part of me, a baby that has grown up and left home but it is still MINE. So as I work on new articles to distribute throughout, I continue to wonder about my "babies". Do they miss me?