I love revising.
I'm one of those writers that can't leave a piece of work alone. I have to change this, fix that, try something else, until I've kneaded all the life out of my prose.
Earlier this week, I printed out all twelve versions I could find of the first two pages of my current project. I was trying to solve a mystery. When I wrote the first draft two years ago and took it to a workshop, everyone liked it. When I took my most recent draft to a workshop last weekend, it got torn to shreds. My daughter helped me read through all twelve drafts, trying to figure out where I went wrong.
"Your first draft is rough, but it's all alive and sparkly. And your most recent draft is polished, but it's dead."
Aren't teenagers wonderful?
So how do I make my words alive, sparkly, AND polished?
Maybe I need to learn to revise gently.