Oh, yeah, all the time. But usually I wait a couple days before allowing myself to go back and rewrite, otherwise I'd never get any
new writing done. It's not immediately bad unless someone walks in and non-chalantly saunters over to 'see' what I've been 'doing' ... which is just fancy talk for 'spy on the eccentric typist who reads too many books and likes to talk about elves'.
It all has failsafe pattern. You must not sway from the pattern.
Brother: Hey, pointy-ears, what'cha working on? (peers over my shoulder)
Laptop: *SLAMs shut*
Me: Oh, you know, that novel-thing I've been typing away at ...
Brother: Really? Novel, huh? Which one? The necromancer one?
Me: Uh, yeah ... uh, no ... y'know. The one with the elves.
Brother: REeeEAAlllLLY .... are you sure you weren't lurking on AW and talking to your virtual friends? You know there's only 14 days left in NaNoWriMo and you only have 36, 000 words ... you're not going to get done if you spend all your time on that writer forum ...
Me: Shut up! I'm doing research!
*throws nearest paper-crumple at brother-type-figure*
meh, s'all good.
*now has horror of someone finding my still-twitching corpse beside a laptop full of unedited novels*
AHHHHAhaaahhhahHH!
OMG, now I'm not going to sleep tonight. I have to finish everything just in case I step outside tomorrow and get runover on the way to the library or something.
Where are those back up disks?!? EVERYTHING MUST BE BURNED!! They must not be allowed to read the mush pile!!! With my family, they'll probably end up reading all the worst bits at my funeral or something.
Family: Oh, and this one's from her very first ever WiP, the knock-off from that show, Sliders. We found it buried under her bed with all the clothes and dustbunnies. Here, we'll share some of the bad macho-posing dialogue between these two guys ... their names are seriously 'Moss' and 'Frost'. Listen to this one, people ...
My ghostie: NOOOOOOOO!