I know I'm in my own world... it's okay, they know me here

I reread both Irith and Dirty Little Secrets over the last couple of days, and actually really enjoyed myself. Not just revisiting old stories, but actually finding out they didn't suck as much as I remembered them sucking. Actually, with a bit of work, neither of them is a bad bit of writing. Even if paper publishers wouldn't take them, maybe e-publishers would? (Assuming that I finished Irith, of course.) What do you think? Am I overstepping the mark?

The problem is, of course, that sitting down to write The Night Tower is now impossible. I wrote 170 words so far today, and that was difficult. The mode and style are just so different between the projects, I really have to get back into my TNT brain... because I'm bloody finishing it if it kills me! I want this to be a quartet, eventually, but for that to happen I have to at least finish one. Dammit.

I think I'll take a little break now and try again later.