I hate editing. I’m the world’s worst about second guessing stuff. Grumble grumble grumble. I’m at the new drapes and a little paint stage, and I have to keep shouting down this voice that has decided I should really knock out a wall and add a second bathroom.
My friend Candy is off interviewing celebrities, and I’m cleaning up dog vomit and beating recalcitrant prose into submission. I have a great life. (Actually, I really would not trade it for anything.)
(P.S. I am not the cat in this picture. My id is the cat. So you know, I don’t talk to my marvelous editor like that.)