Been refitting some old pieces. Salvage work. Don’t like to throw anything away, but there’s a price to pay for looking backward. The warts usually look worse in retrospect than they did when you convinced yourself to move on.
Ran across some sage insight a few days ago. It came from a Bread Loaf Writer’s Conference in the 1930s. It insisted writer’s choice of subject matter was sacrosanct, and beyond criticism. Be yourself, it seemed to say. If something moves you enough to write about it, then write. You can learn how to make your story stronger, but you can’t fake inspiration.