I've been slowly unpacking all of my things into the new house (despite having lived here for almost two months!), and I'm taking my time because I want to actually put things away, not just get them out of boxes. Of course, I've also occasionally been distracted by things that I unpack. One of the things I unpacked this weekend was my NaNoWriMo story from 2007.
It was actually... good. It was, well, weird. It didn't feel like I wrote it. That is, I don't really remember writing it. I can actually pick out a voice, and, well, wow.
I'm not saying it's perfect, not by a long shot. There were errors that I picked up right away, like the MC being allergic to nuts, then getting an almond mocha coffee. Oh, and it's not finished.
But I actually like something that I wrote. And that's promising.