I know you're just concerned that this story isn't good and it won't turn out well and why the hell are these latest scenes so boring when it began with such promise.
I know how you feel.
But it would be nice if you could perhaps go away and just let me write the damn thing before we start picking it apart. As we've learned before, editing while still writing the piece equals nothing to show for the effort afterwards.
Plus, now that we have the very timely issue of Writer's Digest--with huge articles all about how to revise--perhaps this time, the revision will actually be a revision instead of a copyedit. And then I can finish it, polish it, and send it out into the world.
'Cause I accept that the finished books I've written are good enough as building blocks, but this one cannot be like that. Why? 'Cause I say so.
So, Buzzy, I'm begging you--just leave me alone for a while. K, thx, bye!