Have you ever taken a moment and looked back at old work you remember doing but not remembering much of what is in it? Perhaps, that is unclear.
Once upon a time, a long ol' time ago, you did some work. It soon got finished and forgotten in the finished aisle. Well, that once upon a time, has finally occurred to me. I don't finish too many works because I am very busy, but the one work I finished, or almost did, sits quietly on my laptop. I thought I would take a peek and read the horrors of my writing from two years ago, and, low and behold, it was actually quite good.
Like, w-h-a-t? GOOD? I mean, an intriguing read, to say the least, only 20k words, but it was well worth the enjoyment.
I don't know, has anyone else ever gotten that warm fuzzy feeling looking back at old words whilst it thunderstorms outside and you sit with a cup of coffee (or tea or hot chocolate, I don't care) while nibbling cookies? Good days.
Can anyone relate? Feel free to share your work!