Blogger hates me and my original post has apparently imploded. Most of you are probably reading Mockingjay today anyway (please don't tell me what happens as I won't have time to read it until next week), so I'll keep this brief. (I'm Team Gale for the record)
I decided to spend the past few weeks revising my YA ms after some awesome feedback from my crit partners, and those revisions turned into something else--a major rewrite--as in the entire last half of the book. I said I'd have it done by this Wed. and I've never missed a deadline in my life. If I'd known several weeks ago just how much sleep I'd lose and all the scenes that I'd delete and redo, I would've cried. Luckily, I didn't realize it until I was in too deep, and then I was on a mission to finish. And now--I'm done. Woo hoo! I'm doing one more final read through because I'm compulsive like that.
Have you ever started minor revisions and realized in the midst of them that you crossed the line into extensive rewrites? How did you cope? I've used a heck of a lot of chocolate ice cream and coffee this week!