I'm beginning to stall in my writing. I seem to have hit this wall, not a cliche'd wall of writers block where I can't think of what to say next, rather it is a wall of shit where every words that spews from my mind strikes me as the almost adorable musings of a second grader. I hate it, everything I write feels juvenile and I want it to stop. It's especially prevelent when it comes to writing the first draft, and yes I realize that first drafts are supposed to be terrible, but it's making it difficult to read and edit them when I can't even stand to look at my own work. I know I should just muscle through it, it will make me a better writer, but it doesn't change the fact that it is physically painful for me to look at the words I write. Is there something I can do to make this painful feeling go away? Someway I can convince myself that I'm not just a second grader trapped inside of a twenty two year old's body?