To what can I compare the revision process? Let me tell you a once-upon-a-time story. Positive my friend Susy-Q would love my work, I invited her to view the flower garden where I’d spent hours and hours the past two summers carefully surrounding the rose bushes and trees with tulips and daffodils for spring, mums, day lilies and Solomon’s Seal for summer along with several species of ornamental grass for fall. Susy-Q cocked her head and frowned. “You need more yellow there,” she said pointing a long index finger, “and more space here,” she pointed the toe of her boot at an apparent too-muchness directly in front of us, “which means you have to dig this up.” I shuddered – my favorite hosta. “You could transplant it.“ NEVER I groaned inwardly; “Let me sleep on it,” I replied aloud. Susy-Q went home and I stepped back for a wider view. The next morning I took a shovel to the hosta.