There’s something exhausting about the type of revision that involves radically expanding your first draft. It’s like being on a treadmill: you run and run and don’t get anywhere. I’m four thousand words into a story that was four thousand words long, and I still have two thousand to go.
It’s a lot better now, mind you, and I’m enjoying parts of the process. But tiring. And I’m on a deadline, too, because I want to submit this to a place that’s about to close its reading period. Gngggh.