When Everything is Crap

I'm in one of those phases where I feel like everything I write is crap. I've been grinding away at "Night's Acolyte," a novella of Gabriel's origin story. Trouble is, I originally wrote about half of it back in 2008. I've changed things since then, plus my writing has gotten better, so I re-wrote the whole thing pretty much from scratch. I hate rewrites. So I finally slogged my way into new territory. Yeay! Except it's very touchy new territory. There are several things that I have to balance and it's a pretty fine line between not enough and too much. So that's been slowing me down. Plus I've pretty much decided that once I finish this draft, I'm going to have to scrap a huge portion of it and--you guessed it--rewrite it. This does not inspire me to finish. I don't mean to complain. I'm actually happy to be making as much progress as I am. When I wrote it in 2008 it was pretty much all over one weekend in an orgy of "get this out of my head now, now, now!" I was very excited to be exploring Gabriel's back story. So anything short of that feels like a bit of a let-down, even if it's more challenging now because I'm writing it for other people to read, and not just for my own edification. It's just frustrating to know you're probably going to toss out a large part of what you're currently slaving over. I'm starting to doubt that this story is even going to work. Which probably means I'm pretty close to getting it right. If that doesn't make sense, I'll let Neil Gaiman explain.