A third draft of the short story was hammered out during the wee hours of the morning. So wee, in fact, that you needed a microscope to see them.
I emailed the story off for review before dawn fully developed, because there’s a weird chemical change that occurs when the early light of day hits your eyeballs after a long slog of writing. Everything you’ve written takes on the appearance of excrement.
Sometimes it wears off by noon. Other times that early-morning clarifying light is accurate.
Revising a story is always an interesting process. Usually it begins with great hopes, stalls in despair, and resolves through grim-faced determination.
I’m sure another draft is necessary, but not right now.
I’ve friends visiting from tomorrow so I expect I will be distracted until next week. During that time I’ll begin to mull over the next story that needs revision.
There’s always something that needs writing.