I’ve spent the last couple of years chronically dissatisfied with my writing style. I knew it was shifting and I kept poking around, trying to get a handle on how and what I could do to guide and improve it, but it’s just been a terrible frustrating gawky awkward time of authorial puberty where no matter what I tried I felt like it was lumpy and not living up to the quality of my writing before.
But I think I’m finally beginning to get the glimmerings of where it’s going.