Another Step Backwards

I hate deleting pages - really, really hate it. It's more than just the loss of progress. It's the admission that what I wrote sucks. Because of my supreme reluctance to get rid of what's obviously not working, I have a tendency to pause. And then pause some more. I wind up spending weeks (or sometimes months) staring at the offending paragraph or chapter or sometimes even word, trying to think of a way in which these offending letters can be rearranged in a more pleasing manner. Then, finally, I click the button. I feel guilty. I shuffle the words off to my discarded ideas folder and apologize for removing them from their home. I'm so sorry, Garden State School of Arts & Sciences - I'm going public school after all. Better luck next time.