In the midst of a reread, re-see, revise of a novel I started more than a dozen years ago. The story has gone through four major overhauls, the most recent eighteen months ago. A publisher is interested, so I'm fine tuning, and finding a few places where that deep revision cut out some connections between or within scenes. A character on her feet in one paragraph, then in a rocking chair the next. Not too many frightful continuity skips, but enough to make me pay attention.
It's interesting revisiting the story, though. I really love these characters. And for the most part, it really feels done at last.