Was I on drugs?

SO I just unearthed my fairy tale. It was dated ’04. Where the hell did my life go?
Anyway I remember it being at least a little bit good. It isn’t really. It is like a junior high schooler wrote it.

EEEK. I’m going to make myself read through it all though, unapologetically. I did that earlier this week with a piece of writing from screenwriting class and while the writing was forced, rushed, hackneyed and scattered, the story at its heart and the characters were compelling enough for me to keep reading without too much wincing.

I even found a few surprises (pleasant ones), which is a nice feeling to stumble upon when reviewing your own writing.

But so far I’m about a page into my lengthy fairy tale endeavor of ’04 and am not looking forward to all these looming chapters.

Was I on anti-depressants that year? I remember going through quite a rough spot before I decided to attend AMDA- a time where working retail and taking anti-depressants and writing alternative lifestyle fairy tales all blend together in a blurry mess. I also dabbled with bridgewater state college for a hot second. The most memorable thing that came out of that doomed venture was my Native American style vision quest that I undertook for anthropology class in lieu of writing a final paper. It was april. And far beyond too cold to be vision questing in the woods of cape cod. But I did it.

Anyhow- wish me luck as I dive headlong into this terribly embarrassing experience. I’m hoping it will help me decide whether or not I should follow this “I wanna be a writer” fancy that’s taken hold of me lately, or just abort it before I get too attached to the idea.