So I’m working on the 2nd draft of the story. There’s some fights that need fighting, some words that need said, and some run-on sentences that need to be cut off at the knees.

Anyway, while I work on this, I keep a printed out copy of the story on my desk, on one of those nifty little stand-up things that you can put lots of pages of something on. This particular copy was read through by a co-worker (he liked it), and marked up to indicate weird sentences or typos or whatever (I asked him to).

As I work through the draft, I keep and eye on the paper copy, discarding the pages as I go, to see if he caught anything I missed. When I finish up for the day, I leave the remaining pages on the stand, so I can see where to start up the next day.

Have I painted the word picture? Good.

So I haven’t made any headway the last couple days because of rampant holiday insanity and stuff like that, and I’ve been seeing, out of the corner of my eye, the page I have to work on next (actually, the one I’m halfway through.)

I hate it.

I didn’t much like it before — it didn’t quite come out the way I wanted — but I’ve been staring at that same fucking page for 3 days now. I hate it. When I get back to editting it, the whole damn page is going in the garbage and I’m starting over.

No big deal. The only thing I’m worried about: is this because this scene was never that strong, or would I start to hate any of the pages if I looked at them this long. I really hope there’s a few pages in there that I wouldn’t mind staring at.

Right. I think I’m going to go re-write this page now.