So at first you're like...
YESSSS it's so good! It's perfect. I'm a genius!
(I execute this dance almost precisely.)
Then you start thinking:
But WHY couldn't I have thought of that two revisions ago???? At the rate I'm figuring things out, I'm NEVER going to finish this book.
Just say it. I'm the worst writer ever. In fact...
Then finally, you face the reality:
NOOOO now I have to write it. Hide me.
The epic love-hate of late-stage plot revelations.
Merry Christmas, everyone! And just remember, when things get stressful: