Editing Blues

24 February 2011

It’s a lousy job, but every writer has to do it: editing.

I used to have a couple of house elves – years ago, in one of my alternate universes – who were supposed to take care of the editing for me. Not that they ever got anything done. Not to my satisfaction anyway.

Lazy buggers, that’s what they were. Used to sleep – after finishing my bottles of Baileys, of course – in their hidey-hole under the stairs. But you know, it was nice to be able to cling to the idea that someone else was responsible for that part of my job. Not anymore, though.

They ran out on me. Left without a word. Not even a little note to say “thanks for putting up with our antics for all those years,” or, “thanks for all the Baileys.” Nope. Nothing. They upped and went. Just like that. Left me to do my own editing and you know what?

I hate it.