You know you're eyeball-deep in an effort when your brain starts clinging to minutia; in the case of writers, also known as crazypeople, it means we can pick away at a particular collection of words endlessly, messing with sentence structure, flipping events and dialogue around, fussing over word choice, and agonizing over the placement of a single comma. (Though in our defense, sometimes the placement of a single punctuation mark makes or breaks a sentence: see the Facebook Favorite dude, commas are super important for reasons.)
Or, hey, just this pic here.
Anyway, nitpicking is a pretty natural part of the process, but it's also, when you're dithering on larger issues, a kind of procrastination, as it rather is for me right now. I have one more scene I need to finish, after which I'll do a final pass for polish and then this sucker will be ready to send back. One more scene. Not even a long one, though it's likely to turn out that way, considering how much I planned to shoehorn into it.
There are whole months where I can write a scene in half an hour, fergossakes. I've been at this one for a week.
The last bit is harder, because it's actually craft-related: I wrote this book the first time six years ago and the second time two years ago, and while I love it now just as much as I did each time I wrote The End, I'm not the same writer-- or, hell, altogether the same person I was when I wrote those words.
Matching voice is hard, yo.
It'd be nice if there was some kind of autotune program for this. :P