Oh, yes yes! The *moment* you suddenly say exactly what you've been wanting to say, for like, two hundred stories, and there it is, in one beuatiful sentence, and you think, well, shit. I coulda done that years ago and been done with it, except *no*, you couldn't have, because you had to write ten thousand words of shite to get to the gold, and. Uhm. I can relate. *cough*

Do you keep your old stuff at all, somewhere? Even a hard copy?