I found a full novella that I wrote in eighth grade. Holy crap was it bad. It’s so doofy and wonderful and rips off at least ten different books I was super into at the time. I have a lot of days where I feel crappy about myself as a writer or as an artist, and keeping these old stories and sketchbooks around helps me see how far I’ve come. It’s important to tell that to myself, especially when I’m feeling low. I’ve still got a lot to learn, but I’ve come a long way!