Why do I do this to myself? I have a story to revise, I build it up in my head as being some huge, difficult thing, I’m probably not going to be able to fix it, there were so many things wrong with it, the critiques had problem after problem after problem, and so I avoid it and stress and get cranky and stare at Facebook and watch tv I don’t even want to watch.
And then I finally go into the file and start actually doing the edits and dammit, it’s literally fifteen minutes of work to fix the things they had stumbled on.
I mean, I’m glad they were easy fixes, but it’d be nice if I’d realized that forty-eight hours ago, when I started this avoidance process. Sigh.