Is it a bad sign (of arrogance and a complete lack of touch with reality) that when I go back and read some of my old stories I'm impressed by my own talents?
I read all 18 pages of the drabbles I've written for open_on_sunday - there are some good, some not so good, some awesome. I think my favourite is the Serenity drabble I did a couple of months ago. Mal dreaming about Buffy.
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and others..
"Eeck! I actually wrote THAT?"