Well, tonight, as part of my glamorous writer lifestyle, I spent an hour moving all the chapters of my work-in-progress, GIVEN, into one Word document on my computer. In the midst of doing so, I clicked into a random mystery file (labeled "22," like that's going to be helpful, Past Me!). It took me a few moments to realize I was gazing on an early version of the last chapter of WHISPER. Only... it was bad.

Like, beyond awful. It was tripe. Goat snot. I could not *remember* WHISPER ever sucking...