Day 24

The average of all these wild and crazy opinions of the voice in your head  - both ecstatic and awful - is that fundamentally your writing is okay.
That means you can carry on without worrying too much.
So go do it.
Set your timer for 25 minutes (or 20 if you're doing that, or 30 or 40 or whatever feels right for you right now) and crack on with your WIP.

Butterflies can give you clues as to the natures of those in the woods around you. If the butterflies are flighty and frivolous it is likely that there are fairies nearby, if they are focussed and fleeing beware of trolls in the neighbourhood. If the butterflies fall still then they may be hiding from the goblins or humans who would pull off their wings for sport. Some travellers have told tales of butterflies lining the path and rising in waves of colourful consternation if the person they are helping has tried to stray. The creatures of the wood know that other travellers have been encouraged to leave the path - mesmerised by beating wings and kalaidescopic patterns as the butterflies dance them to their death. No one knows how the butterflies make their choices and they will not tell. 

Butterflies are the messengers of the woods. They carry secrets. They can settle on rocks or on trees or sway on stalks of the wild wheat that grows in the heart of the wood and listen to the world around them. Butterflies store away the whispers of the creatures in the woods and keep them until the information can be of use.   They can ascend the highest heights to listen to the rumblings of giants and stay unstaring on the earth to hear the whispers of the insected grass. Butterflies can carry secrets that are big and small. They will share them with the fairies and the gods and sometimes, if they are very special indeed, with the travellers in the woods.