I knew Beaudry was finally finished for good was when I'd sent the final draft off to Bonnee, sat down to dinner and suddenly realized there was a profound silence inside my head. If that doesn't send a shiver down your spine as a writer, nothing will. Other days I'll sweat and strain over a single sentence, but when it's finally right, there's no feeling like it in the world. I have a hard time moving on until I've corrected every mispelled word or grammar glitch in the previous sentence. My first writing efforts were rife with ping-pong POV switches and adverb addiction.
Passive voice is also a recurring nightmare.
I'm working to make my writing cleaner and forward-moving, if that makes any sense. Not less descriptive, but sharper. For example, not taking a whole page to describe a sunset, but nailing it in one sentence. That's the time I weed out all those trite phrases and cliches, those predictable plot twists. I believe that's where a writer has to dig deep and be creative.