I've started dipping into my trunk. Oh boy, I have. And it's friggin' awesome.
My trunk started the same way that everyone's trunk does. You write a story, then you look at it and you think: "Jeez, what've I done?" and you hurl that scrappy concatenation of words and phrases down the electronic toilet: a folder dedicated to stories you never want to see again.
Now go crack the lock off that trunk. Unless you're a suckier writer than I am (a feat you'll be hard-pressed to accomplish), there's something lurking in there with your name on it.
Hopefully it is not rising to the top.