When each sentence is scrutinized, paragraphs highlighted in yellow as if they weren’t awkward enough to stand out on their own, you know the rewrite’s going on.
The one that started after the first few pages were done but the story itself didn’t know where it was going. The one that sometimes comes trough in strong yanks and pulls, other times in word tweaks and grammar checks.
Slowly, painfully, brutally it goes on, long after the story’s been finished, and finished, and finished again.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology