I spent tonight reading through some of my old writing and boy did it suck! It was so predictable and lame and just all around bad. I couldn't pin-point what was wrong with it until about halfway through reading the 90 something page word document that I realized it wasn't just the writing that was bad; it was the story!
The story was supposed to be like a modern love story, but it just turned out a big flop. Love isn't planned. Love isn't always happy. Love isn't forward. Love isn't black and white. Love is nothing like what I was writing about. I feel that the reason the story sucks is because when I wrote it, I was young, naive and inexperienced. I didn't know what love felt like, didn't know what it looked like, didn't know how to write it. Now I do.
Comparing that story to stories that I write now is like looking at two different authors. It makes me proud of myself! I feel accomplished to have come as far as I have. I feel like a real author.
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