Deep into book revisions. I like revising. Some days I read parts of the draft I completed last November and it’s like I’m reading something written by another person. I wonder how common this feeling is among writers. I don’t think writing style changes that much in six months. It’s more like I’ve forgotten what it was like to write those pages, the emotional experience of trying and sometimes failing to solve certain problems, and now I’m just looking unemotionally at the result. Sometimes for this reason I like to read drafts on a Kindle, because the Kindle seems to speed up this distancing process. I click through the pages and start to get irritated at this person who is making me do so much clicking. CUT.