Monday, April 7, 2014

Those who can't, edit.


That's where I thought I was headed.  "She's such a good writer!"  But.

I'm crippled by perfectionism.

Commas and prepositions and adverbs like weeds.

Profound while I'm writing it, and transformed in the reading to chaff.  Too many words, always.  Edit and edit and edit, until the profundity is dead and I'm unrecognizable.  Edit until it's not what I was saying at all.

Self doubt.


Because I don't know how to stop.

Now it's part of my job, and I can't help but wonder at the wonder of it all.  'She's an amazing proof reader!"

As if it isn't my failing.


Photo courtesy of Joel Kramer.