Well, THAT was discouraging.
I was in the mood to hit you folks up with some older material, prose stuff, and I figured I’d just do a snippet of one of my unfinished and/or unedited novels from pre-2010. A scene perhaps. A snippet.
OH. MY. GOD.
No no no no no. I’m mortified by what I felt was “good” fifteen years ago.
Three pieces I looked at and wept and cried and shook my fist at gods who didn’t give a damn about my fist shaking and then wept some more.
Please. If I ever talk about publishing old novels, just shoot me. You’ll be doing the world a big favor.
[Edit: Although, it was fun to use a tuning fork as a defensive weapon in one of the pieces.]