I’m trying to learn to be more objective about my own work. :yesyesyes:
So far I’m finding it to be quite a challenge. :nonono:

How it is that I can read over something I’ve written one day and think it’s good stuff, and read the same bit another day and wonder how I managed to dredge such suckage from the bottom of the sump pump?
And yes—change my mind again the next time I read it.

I’ve tried attributing it to hormones, mood swings, stress, or bad days. Doesn’t work for me. If these were the real reasons, I could read a passage by a favorite author one day and love it, and read the same thing another day and think it’s drivel.
That doesn’t happen.

So apparently it has something to do with variations in what I expect of myself from day to day—and how in the world do you get a handle on that?!

Geez…I liked this blog post when I wrote it…
Now I’m not so sure…