When I looked back at an old version of one of my novels the other day, I was horrified by this part I stumbled across:
Thankfully it's not ALL that bad... but that's pretty bad.
Do you feel better when you look back at how you used to write, as compared with how you write now?
“Ben! Uh…” I trail off helplessly, silently congratulate myself on my eloquence.
His smile is grim, and tells me instantly that he does know. My heart begins to ache for as his eyes wander to the ocean. “How’s it going?” he asks softly.
I frown slightly. “It’s... I’m all right, you know. You?”
He laughs bitterly. “Ah, you know... Been better.” He shakes his head and looks at me thoughtfully. “I guess you were right, huh?”
I watch him closely, sceptically. “Sorry?”
He says, “I should’ve chosen you.”
Thankfully it's not ALL that bad... but that's pretty bad.
Do you feel better when you look back at how you used to write, as compared with how you write now?