We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
Good morning! It's a lovely day today, and one perfect to channel the writing fairy. :) Today I'll be revising, revising, and revising again. I've found that sometimes the story completely changes as I revise. Do you experience that too? I like to think of revising as the sifting out of the chaff from the wheat, or dirt from the actual artifacts on an archaeological dig.