Yet More Revision Headaches

I'm really not doing great with my revision on my Nanowrimo book. I've become crazy busy but I hear that is normal for this time of year so I'm really not beating myself up too badly about it. In the back of my mind, though, there is the niggling suspicion that I'm just putting it off because it is such a dreaded chore. Why is it that when you're writing you think what is going down on the paper is so wonderful and just too precious to be believed. You are just sure that if everyone had your level of brilliancy the world would be inundated with really good books. Then, you go back and read the poor thing and you wonder just who in the hell went back over your beautiful creation with a crayon and yucked it up. You read it with tears of horror in your eyes and you lay your head down on your arms and you weep for the dream of the great story that has once again eluded you. But then, and this is where I have my problem, then you have to pick yourself up and look at the poor pathetic thing objectively and ... fix it. What?! Fix it? Are you kidding me? A mercy killing would be a better fit for this miserable pile of words. What con are you trying to pull? There is no way this piece of literary crap could ever be anything worth sharing with one other soul let alone a whole world of little people who are impressionable and might actually read it. Sigh. But then someone like my really good friend in KS reads a snippet of it and thinks it has merit. My eyes narrow and I examine every word of her reply. I hear her voice in my head and I try to catch every nuance of her praise and thoughtful changes. I tear her reply to pieces looking for the words junk, trash and crap. They aren't there. She thinks it has merit. I frown. Could it be that this heap of ... something ... could maybe be decent or ... gulp ... good? Is there something there no matter how small that could become beautiful and shining and interesting? Hm. It's a thought. Darn it all, now I have to revise the thing. Sigh. Back to work.