That's the truth of it, what happens when I go about editing.
I went back to my Nano novel from last year because I've been watching Lost and kinda like to do some sci fi editing for a bit. Even though I intended it to be steam punk, it really is just mainstream sci fi. Anyway, looking back at it, I can't help but be extremely bored.
There's the rub.
Of course it's unexciting. It's a rough draft. I'd just like for once to write something that isn't completely crap in its initial stages. You know, pump out a brilliant piece the first go around. Just once.
And then realizing that it's not only crap but 50,000+ words of crap to wade through and turn into something worthwhile. Well, that's just exhausting.
In any case, I don't imagine much will be coming of Clover any time soon. Back to this year's "novel," which may secretly be a prose-based poetry piece in the long form.