Halt. Beware. There be dragons here.
We writers tussle with dragons everyday; the dragon that is our first draft ( that one is a fierce beast), the dragon that is editing (a multi-scaled creature that tends to snap), the synopsis dragon (small but nasty) and perhaps the largest, most ferocious dragon of all, the dragon of self-doubt.
That's the dragon I'm fighting at the moment, and I must confess, the dragon is winning. I am, shall we say, not pleased with certain sections of my current work. Not pleased to the point of wanting to bang my head against the wall or perhaps spend some time contemplating why on earth I ever thought it was good.
I know I can rewrite these sections; but I can hear that dragon snarling "And you think it will be better? Muahahahaha". Yes, dragons have an evil laugh.
There are aspects of my work that I like; I like my characters (bless their flawed little hearts) and I like my plot. I like my twists and I like my conclusion.
It's my actual writing that's making me slightly nauseous. I have beta readers chomping at the bit. Chomp away, dear friends. No one is seeing this mess except me.
I am going to search for my rusty coat of armour, give it a good polish, pick up my lance and do battle. I shall ignore the dragon's taunts, or I'll try. But there are times when those taunts are as beguiling as a siren's song.
No. That last sentence is the dragon in disguise.
I shall prevail; I've spent too much time with this story not to.