I never revise papers. At least I never revised any of the papers I wrote as an undergraduate or graduate student. I don't think my writing is beyond reproach, but I never felt the need to write a rough-draft and revise it before turning in a final copy. I also never had a class where you were given the assignment to revise a paper. That is until this semester.

Literally, I just finished my revision before writing this post, so the juices are still flowing with regards to my opinions on the practice. I understand the need to revise and rewrite, but I have a hard time accepting the criticism that goes along with it. I won't claim that I feel all of my papers are works of genius, but I like my writing, and I like my writing of papers even more.

Heck, even in creative writing class I liked my work the way it turned out when I was done. Revise a poem? Are you crazy? It just didn't seem right.

Perhaps I believe that the process of writing is special in and of itself and shouldn't be tampered with after the fact. Writing, when you're writing, has the finality to it that other activities seem to lack. I don't want to go back and try to capture the flow I had when composing the work the first time. It's never there.

It's reminds me a lot of those times when I'm drifting off to sleep and I'm thinking of writing. My mind seems to flow in such a smooth way. Inevitably, I wake up and can't recall what I was thinking about. Where'd it go? Wherever it went, I can't bring it back just like the flow of writing a paper and hitting the final keystroke for the last word. Once it's gone, it's gone.