I dragged some of my old short stories off of the proverbial shelf last night and read them over. Some of them were pretty good. Some of them were terrible. It was definitely obvious how much my writing style had changed between the first story and the last, and somewhere in the middle, I was actually pretty good. I need to find that niche again where I can write a story without reading over it a month later and groaning.
I have a list of prompts that I’m going to look over tonight. Hopefully, I’ll have the beginning of a new short story that doesn’t suck.
