I've worked almost all day yesterday, polishing the first three chapters of a middle grade mystery/suspense. I thought it was perfect months ago. By nine o'clock last night the first chapter didn't even come close to its former version.
I think it's finished, again. This novel has been through two critique groups and submitted, then it was critiqued again, edited again, and sent out, only to be rejected. I put it away for a few months. When I pulled it out, I thought it would just need tweaking, but I was wrong. It wasn't that things weren't written correctly, it was that I saw possibilities that would make a stronger main character.
The thing that upsets me, now that I've changed the first part, I have to put away my present WIP and revise the rest of this novel to refine the character arc. First, though, I need to get busy polishing that terrible synopsis I thought was so wonderful.
Is it just me or do all writers grow and evolve so much that nothing will ever be good enough for our inner editor?