I have way more finished stories waiting to be edited and made pretty than seems reasonable. I’m getting a little tired of writing for the drawer. I gotta be honest though. I’m not a big fan of editing. Okay, okay. I said I would be honest. The fact is, I hate it. I don’t know why. I always feel better afterwards. Maybe it’s kind of like exercise. Or needing to go poop.
Anyway, as I mentioned before, in an effort to start shoving my overgrown children out into the world, I signed up for Write1Sub1’s challenge. Write one new story a week, send one story out into the world, like good old Ray Bradbury. Writing a new story seems much easier than prepping one for submission. But this is my challenge. I choose to accept it. Mama wants her babies to grow up and buy her a big house! Just kidding. (Not really.)
Anyway, practice makes perfect, and so I hope to get faster and better at editing. How do I know I suck at it? Because Chuck Wendig tells me so, and he tells me why. Busted. What to do? Check out his three-part blog series entitled, “Edit Your Shit.” He also tells a great story.
So together with Chuck’s advice and an insane number of writing books, a running computer (idontbelieveinjinxesidontbelieveinjinxes), and a child who does sleep eventually, I have everything I need to become a faster, better editor.
My biggest worry is that my subconscious will recognize this challenge as an artificial deadline and lure me off into the woods where it has a shallow grave dug and waiting. If you see it, don’t say nothing, okay? As far as it’s concerned, there’s an editor with a fat check waiting for my story, “The Shroud Maker,” which is scheduled to leave my custody and control by the end of the week.
Right. I better get to work.