This weekend, I was reading a book that was the general sort of terrible that led me to write in the first place. I dropped the novel, went back and read my own short stories. It had been so long, it was like reading someone else's work, not knowing exactly what was about to happen.
And even so, I enjoyed it. Isn't that the real test? If you've written something you'd enjoy reading? While it's no Sanderson work, it's a damn bit better than "Tears were literally exploding from my eyes." An actual quote from last weekend's book.
On the bright side, visualizing kept me amused for days. I mean, does she secrete nitroglycerin? Because I just don't think saline is very combustible. And yes, there are eruption variations that meet the criteria to be literally exploding, but I think the combustible definition is funnier.
Time to get back on the novel wagon.