I’ve lost all perspective. I’m clueless about my own writing. I’m changing things back and forth and back again. Um, then forth…again. I know. I know. Put it aside. Put it aside. Come back to it later. I’ll try.
Revisions are like fixing hair for the prom. You wash it, you dry it, you brush it, you curl it, you pin it up and walk out the door. Then you just can’t stop yourself from checking the mirror a few million times to fix the strays.