Is it obnoxious to claim you're a better writer than you were two years ago?
The question arises because this morning I got to thinking, "Maybe I'm using the wrong scene(s) from my heroine's past as my prologue." So, despite my mortal need of sleep, I've just opened an earlier version of my novel and read over the incident I had in mind.
Oh, dear, no. That version was too early.
Hmm. Let me try again with a rendition dated maybe nine months later, just before I cut that scene and the extensive flashback before and after it.
. . . Sorry, no. Though somewhat improved, it's nowhere close to usable. It would need so much labor to lick into shape; it wouldn't be worth it.
How can this be? I've always liked those chapters detailing my FMC's backstory! I'd even considered releasing them all as bonus material with the ebook. But now I'd just as soon parade around outside in my underwear. In the dead of winter. No, no, nodiddy-no-no-no!
I'm nothing to brag about as a writer, but at least I'm not as bad as I used to be.