I could spend days fiddling with line edits, spending all morning putting in a comma, and all afternoon taking it out, as they said of Flaubert.* But it just about kills me to do major surgery on a story, once it's written. And I've got three stories that have been orkshopped that all need their limbs hacked off, their trunks sawed in half, their heads detatched, and then to get sewn together again in a slightly different order, often with their head or a leg replaced with a new one.
::removes top of head, scratches brain::
And here I am with a beatifully waxed cat and no progress on the stories. ::sigh::
* yes, I know, the quote is by Wilde, but they also said it of Flaubert.