I was going to write, tonight, about how much 18-year-old me had to learn about agency, character growth, and not using female characters as furniture for the growth of my male characters. I mean, all that's true, but I found some things today that surprised me.
Okay, so, to catch you up, I decided that I'm going to read through the story I started when I was 18 years old and have continued working on (off and on) since. Some of the writing has been a little cringe-worthy, but that's also not what I came here to say.
Tonight I read a chapter that started out rough. The description was overly florid when it existed, some of my figures of speech were rough and then some. I took notes, and some of them made me laugh. But then a funny thing happened.
I was trying to pay attention to the way I was telling the story, to help determine if there was something worth saving, or if I should just scrap what I have in favour of a re-write. But at some point, I forgot to take notes. I'd successfully sucked myself in to the story. Daaaamn, 18-year-old Liam, good job!
I'm not going to pretend that the chapter was without flaw. There are a lot of places that a pretty heavy hand could be used to fix the stupid things I write, but I was captivated, and I didn't know I had that in me.
I'm looking forward to reading the rest of this story, and now, it's not just for the chance to snark at past-Liam.