And yes, the headline above (well, title really) refers to me and my WIP (Work in Progress to my lovely non-writing followers.)
Everybody except me probably knows about the dangers associated with reading what you've written after suffering from a chronic headache for four days and having to deal with a hypochondriac/needy MIL (Mother in Law to you lucky people without one...).
Let's just say it was a close thing. I read it in disgust, wrote critical, blunt notes to self all over it and planned to abandon it. I don't even know what stopped me deleting it then and there.
I'm glad to say it's survived and has been added to this weekend. It's not exactly literature, but it just might be readable after a couple of years of working on it... ;-)