Two weeks ago I wrote about my goal to not delete for a month. I did it, I deleted. It's more difficult than I thought it would be to not delete. It's impulsive, I'm finding that I have to retrain myself to just leave it be. I think as writers we want to make anything that isn't our best disappear.
I saw an amusing character on Grey's Anatomy. He was a writer that was so disappointed in his work that he printed the entire book and ate it. Of course that's the stupidest thing you could do but I understand that feeling. There are times that I look at what I wrote and am embarrassed by it, I want to lock it in the deepest darkest safe I can find and never look at it again. It's a good thing, in that case, that we can revise and edit and make it better.
So, this is a new week and I'm starting again. No more deleting.