Seventeen years ago, I wrote a novel for NaNoWriMo 2007. I was proud to have written it but I didn’t think it was any good.
Until tonight, I’d never read it.
With the benefit of seventeen years of professional and personal writing experience…it’s not bad at all. I’m honestly shocked.
It’s a first draft, is all. Rough around the edges (dreadful in places), but with sound bones and raw creativity that still speaks to me.