Sunday, August 19, 2012

Betrayed By My Memories

I recently re-acquired a small selection of books I loved when I was younger, middle-school aged. I had good memories reading them, among other books that stayed on my shelves and never went into storage.

I opened the first one, the first of the series that I owned, and started to read.

I had to stop. It was horrible. Worse than Twilight. Trash. I can't believe I used to enjoy it. Honestly, I've written better.

So as bad as the story was, it makes me happy. My story is decent. It's not too special, maybe, but it's better than what used to be on the market.

So maybe I have some hope getting published after all...