Another Night… draft 4 – done, and so am i
i finished typing up this last draft yesterday afternoon, and all i wanted to do was get away from it.
i pushed a bit hard to get it done, and i think it suffered as a result, but i can’t bear to go back to it right now. i need to get away from it for a while. for some reason, this feeling is more intense than i recall in the past. i’m not sure if that means the work is less good or if it is simply the speed and pressure i put myself under.* i can’t say right now, though i willingly admit to fearing the answer.
hm. is there such a thing as writer’s remorse? like buyer’s remorse, only i wish i hadn’t written it, instead of bought it?
it’s a good thing the day job is still here.
more importantly, it’s a good thing my wife still is, too.
* which, by the way, was the direct result of some pathetic procrastination, and thereby entirely unnecessary.