Letting go

I'm a pack rat, I admit it. I have boxes of letters, school papers (really, some brilliant ones from college), and old toys (if only I hadn't opened and played with those Star Wars toys I could sell them and quit my day job), and don't get me started on the boxes of various drafts of my book. Some of these drafts are wildly different from the final version, not to mention embarrassingly bad. A couple years ago, when I thought the book was "finished," I purged a lot of the hardcopy comments...