Reading Backwards

In the midst of cleaning out my spare bedroom to make it habitable for others, I found a manuscript I believe I wrote in the early 90s.

It is, for a lack of a better word, terrible.

It's a plotless wonder. There's so much head hopping my head hurts. My descriptive powers totally sucked. Don't even get me started on the cliche characterizations.

This thing is bad. Like, "I can't believe I wrote that crappy" bad. But the nice thing is that I can see how far I've come in my writing.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to return to finishing this claptrap and wonder how I could write a book without one swear word. Not one. Not even a "damn it".

The phrase "you've come a long way, baby" keeps echoing in my head. Thank god, is all I can think.