Square eyed redraft blues.

I spent much of Saturday locked away, listening to Rolling Stone magazines Spotify playlists and writing.
Editing your own work is a thankless and arduous task if ever I undertook one. It’s like admitting there was something wholly wrong with the way you went about the task in the first place.
Looking back with the power of hindsight I can conclude I have made it hard work for myself by not formatting my manuscript correctly on the first putting. It’s a lesson I’ve learnt for the next one (which I couldn’t help starting in the early hours of Sunday morning).
There’s a lot to be gained from giving your work some space and coming back to it with fresh eyes. I’m a sucker for wanting everything now, now, now but there’s something good in patience.