Here by Glimpses Known

Mtiti & Mtsongoma An island always pleases my imagination, even the smallest, as a small continent and integral portion of the globe. I have a fancy for building my hut on one. Even a bare, grassy isle, which I can see entirely over at a glance, has some undefined and mysterious charm for me. ~Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

Mayotte actually consists of several islands (27, if you count "Les Quatre Frères" separately), only two of which of are inhabitable: Grande Terre and Petite Terre (where we live). The two islets in the photograph, Mtiti and Mtsongoma, are located off the north eastern shore of Grande Terre (otherwise known as "Mahoré," but no one calls it that; Petite Terre is also named "Pamanzi," but again, every says PT).

The snorkeling around these islets is superb. Btw, the colors haven't been retouched; I took the photo through the "filter" of my sunglasses.

Am I the only one...

...who 2/3-3/4 of the way into a wip feels the need to stop and reread the whole project again, even if I've been working steadily on it and it should all, theoretically, still be fairly fresh in my mind (specifically because the dratted thing is under 60K)?

I have this overwhelming, paralyzing sense of *needing* to reread it because I feel l'm waffling all over the place. However, if I do reread, I may not be content to make notes of the genre, "flesh this out; remember to add detail F; make X clearer, so Y is foreshadowed," etc. I may get sucked into to polishing and I just don't want that right now. This is not the draft for that. This is the draft for forward motion, and the reread impulse seems contrary to that. I. just. want. to. finish. and. set. it. aside. YESTERDAY!

I don't believe the story is too *big*--it is rather straightforward, linear, and contained--so from whence does this I-have-to-reread-NOW! feeling come?