That awkward moment when you're reading the second draft of another novel you're working on and you realized that most of what you've written will need to be discarded.

The idea that a second draft will still have problems is nothing new to me. Waking for Hours had seven drafts and probably could've benefited from an eighth. But this one that I've been reviewing little by little over the last few weeks has so many problems that a great deal of it will need to be tossed. True, the first draft was started during NaNoWriMo in 2011. I knew it would result in a very rough first draft. The second draft had taken that very rough copy and polished it.

Well, all the polishing in the world won't make granite look like marble.

This is disappointing not only because there was much work that went into the second draft to build it up from the rough framework that was the first draft, but also because there are plot holes big enough to drive a truck through. That means I wrote crap. I hate discovering that.

Well, at least I know what needs to be done.