Cold clear light of day

As a former programmer, I remember the brilliant ideas that occurred at the end of an eighteen hour shift that then morphed into "What was I thinking?" once I had achieved sleep. A bit like waking up next to someone and wondering why on earth you found them attractive last night.

Had the writer's version of this syndrome this morning. Last night I printed out a chapter to give to my first reader for critiquing. Idly skimming it as I drank my coffee, I soon found one awkward phrase. Then another. Then a really shitty paragraph.

Sigh.

The chapter is now marked up for revisions. Hopefully by this weekend it will be ready to be seen in public.