That's not what I meant

The book was done. I finished it. Revised it. Read it again. Liked it. Submitted it out. Then, I read it again this past week. I still liked it.

It just wasn't the book I mean to write.

I mean, it's not like I was in some fugue state and wrote something without knowing where the words came from. No, it's my book. I wrote it. It's just that the final product doesn't at all feel like what I was trying (and thought I had) written.

It's hard to say why. The story, the nuts and bolts of what happens...