On the mildly traumatic experience of reading my unofficial first novel

Many years ago, I wrote screenplays. This was while there was an actual spec script market in Hollywood, and at the time I had a mentor of sorts who reinforced that prospect. So I wrote. A lot. And as you might expect, it was sort of bad.

The last script I finished was about a guy in his early 20s who dies, then wakes up a few months later to find that his grave has been excavated and lovingly prepared for his awakening. He has to piece together what happened to him and why he came back. Anyw...