Indy is bent over a beautiful woven rug. He is grimacing.
This is not good.
Harrison Ford: Okay, I've been looking at your rug* and you see where you used pink? Well, the pink looks a little, uh, I dunno, lame. I think you should change that thread to green.
Me: Through the whole rug*?
Harrison: That's what I said.
Me: The whole rug.*
Harrison: Is there an echo in here?
Me: But then I'll have to unweave the rug*, find green thread (I don't even know if there is any around here) and re-weave the rug*.
Harrision: I never said it was gonna be easy. But if you want your rug* to look good, then you're going to have to make some changes.
Me: But if I change the pink to green, then it's going to look stupid next to the orange. You realize I'm going to have to change that too, right?
Harrison: Well, since you're unweaving it anyway, kid, it should't matter.
Harrison: What? WHAT?
Me: You called me "kid" instead of "ma'am." *blushes more*
Harrison: Are you gonna get started, or are you just going to sit around here looking goofy at me?
Me: Do I get a choice? I mean, because I'd probably rather sit around looking goofy at you than unweave and reweave this entire rug*.
Harrison: *shakes head in disgust* Listen, you need to get busy. As in now.
Searches for plants to crush and make green dye for thread.........
*rug=manuscript....as if I needed to tell you. And that's what it's like right now. Unweaving, reweaving, tightening, loosening, raising fist to the sky, shaking head in despair.....ah, revision.