Once upon a time I wrote my first trilogy SIREN SUICIDES. I didn't know what I was doing, but I was feeling a lot of feels and I poured them on paper. Miraculously, people started reading the books after I self-published them, although I wrote them for therapy. They're not perfect, overwrought with purple prose, confusing plot lines, and flat characters. Still, people read them. I was puzzled. I thought they were so bad. I was ashamed of my pain and, as a result, ashamed of these books. Now, after 2.5 years, one of my readers had voluntarily edited them by hand to help me republish them as 1 book, which I will do with the help of my new editor @araenel.
Here is my fear. I'm afraid to open them and look inside. I cringe at the writing. Any of you ever revisited your early work? Re-edited it? Re-published it? How did you battle the "OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I WROTE THIS SHIT" syndrome?