(Warning: this post briefly discusses overthinking and Anxiety/Depression)
In its previous life, my WIP, written by teenage-Cee over a decade ago, was melodramatic as f**k.
As in, there were kidnappings, and murders, and guns, and a secret child, and... if you can think of a plot-twist, it was probably in there. Plus a few more for luck.
And while the current version of These Ghosts of Ours is much, much, less ballistic, the memory of that previous version has left me constantly questioning the emotion-y bits and plot developments.