When I was in the 7th grade, I was required to take Home-Ec. I know I'm dating myself, but hey, that's the way it goes.
Back then there were two parts to Home-Ec--cooking and sewing. I did okay in cooking. Didn't love it, but got through it. Sewing, on the other hand, was pure torture. I couldn't read the patterns; they were like some language from another planet. And cutting fabric. Yikes! I went agaisnt the grain, or whatever it's called. But the absolute worst was ripping out seams and re-stitching. I hated it. And I had a teacher who made me do it over and over until I had a perfect, straight seam. I left 7th grade Home-Ec vowing never to return to a sewing machine.
And I haven't.
I find re-writing much like tearing out those seams. I hate it.
But my current manuscript requires it. I began it over two years ago, and when I picked it up again I found that it needed some seam tearing and resewing. Not just once, but repeatedly have I torn and ripped and pieced it back together. So many times, in fact, only the original idea remains the same.
But it's so much better now. The seams are straight and well stitched.
I guess that Home-Ec teacher knew what she was talking about after all.