There are times when what you are writing is not ready yet.
So, even though someone has read it, had read it, you pull it back, mark it down to experience, and wait, and think.
What have I created? What has my imagination spawned? Is it too real? Is it not real enough?
Does the pain in my wrist mean I am writing too much?
Does the ache in my heart mean I have said enough? Not enough? Too much?