After several days (I'm assuming...I don't remember) I have waded through all the shit and emerged victorious! A once 160+ paged manuscript is now 27 pages. Yes. That's how bad it was. But it is now every bit the little fairy tale I remember when I wrote it at twelve years old so that's good. I've even given it a title: "About a Girl."
This is a cool picture I took of me editing in the sunlight with my little sunbathing kitty.