Story of a "Hatchet" Review

This afternoon: I write my review of Hatchet. I spend a good three hours on it and by the end, I'm convinced it's the very best review I have ever written. Ever. I'm so convinced of this that I'm tempted to post it without midnightfae's editing prowess, but I know that this is foolhardy, so I wait.

This evening: midnightfae assures me it is a very good review indeed and then spends an hour slicing it to ribbons. Every note she makes is completely valid and thoughtful, but my baby is all marked up with non-threatening blue notes when all is said and done.

Later this evening: I spend another hour rewriting the review to incorporate midnightfae's suggestions (or circumvent them by taking a different approach to the same material). While I am disabused of the notion that this is my defining work, the review that results from my rejiggering is much more badass.

Half-an-hour ago: I post my review. Enjoy.