If you were to look at my fingernails right now you would see little jagged nubs. Why? I’m trying to compromise with myself. I’m editing my volunteer article (still without title). I like it the way it was, but recognize it can be much better. Tam made some interesting edits/comments that made me see the flaws and strengths in the article. This is now the process that causes my incessant nail biting.
Mr. Paragraph looks a little distraught and awkward. I notice a sentence—Mr. Paragraph’s arm—is deformed. I argue with myself about how to do surgery. I pull out my surgical tools and rewire it. Then it looks worse, so I pull it off and discard it. Then I attach a new one. This one looks funky as well, so I toy with it some more. It looks even worse than before. So I put the original back on and realize that was the wrong arm.
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