Okay, now that it's undergone a few false starts since September, the next (and hopefully, final) draft of Whispers of Nowhere has officially begun. Did a slight rewrite on the Prologue (rewrote the first couple of paragraphs, micro-edited the rest) and though I'm still not sure how to feel about it, I'm just going to leave it be for now. If I wait until I'm satisfied with it, I'll never get the rest of the edits started. >.>
And naturally, this is about the time I start questioning my worth as a writer. Gods, I hate this effing process...
My only solace is that this is normal for pretty much every writer I know. Oh, and that the feelings of failure will ebb. ._. And that comfort food is a thing.