You thought I was talking about the rained-out picnic food? No-- I meant the fragments of poems and stories that wind up on the cutting room floor. What do you do with yours?
Images or lines from poems are not too difficult to springboard into new life. But what about the love scene for a character you ultimately decided should not grow up? Or the unneccessary backstory of a character, all dressed up in language with no place to go? Maybe it's the flint in me, but I hate for anything to go to waste.