It is hard to put into words just how discouraged and tired I am. Sometimes sickness just wears you down, leaving nothing but an empty husk. Most of my efforts of late have been solely focused on repairing my stamina, but it's been slow going. Heck, I've seen faster bowls of Jell-o. Although I am improving, my efforts to improve my stamina take a lot out of me. Sitting at the desk and writing for long periods is just a wee bit out of my reach at the moment.
That doesn't mean I haven't been working on the rewrite. The changes have been extensive, and slowly I cut cruft and reshape the gangly bits. When I am done, I will surely have a finished work that I will be proud of for at least a week or so. Maybe two. But when that happens, I have promised myself that I will not start rewriting again.
I'm tired just thinking about it.