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The worst thing about finishing a draft is that then you have to read it.

Aieee.

I tell you, I feel more and more like Mr. Earbrass all the time.

The good news is that there are bits of it I think work. And there are bits that can be fixed. And then there are the bits where I say to myself, Self, wouldn't it be cool if this page were doing X? And it sure would be nifty-keen, but the problem is that one uses the subjunctive for contrary-to-fact, and so, actually, no matter how groovy it would be if the page were doing X, it isn't.

And I can't, at the moment, see how to make it do X in a way that doesn't completely and utterly suck.

(N.b., I'm not asking for advice or strategies, just recording what this particular stage of the revision process feels like.)

otoh, because my husband loves me and understands me, he bought me a new printer for my birthday that is the coolest thing since the invention of chrome. Not only is it a laser-jet, not only can it do double-sided printing, not only does Wolverine look very butch and stylin' on top of it, but the paper tray can take up to a REAM of paper at a time.

You have no idea how happy this makes me. I mean, there aren't even words. Although if I offer the data point that the Mélusine runs over 700 pages in manuscript and I do most of my editing on hardcopy, you may begin to get some small idea of how wildly revolutionary it is to be able to slap in a ream at a time. It's like a very small, very geeky dream of paradise.

So, you've got Eeyore on one side and still speechless with geeker joy on the other, and really I'm not doing too bad.