The Hated Rough Draft

I'm looking at my two rough drafts, trying to decide which one to revise, and I realize something...

Revising a rough draft is hard.

I haven't done this in years. I've polished third, forth, and fifth drafts, and I had critique partners and beta readers to hold my hand the whole time.  But this -- making a book comprehensible enough for a beta to even look at -- is making me cross-eyed.

Where do I start?

I don't remember ever feeling intimidated by a book before, but Fierce is making me want to cower behind my couch. I open the document thinking, "I'm the boss here, and no messy plot can scare me!" Then I skim over it and close the document, feeling like I just ran away from a dangerous animal.

I'm being a weenie beenie, I know.

Revising (for me, at least) is like chipping away at a stone; you gotta do one chunck at a time. All I have to do is make a list of everything I want to change, pick one thing, and go for it.

Alright, I'm going to open the document now.

Please don't eat me...