No, no actual Dr. Strangelove going on here. Just fighting with myself, trying to learn to love editing as much as I love that first burst of creative energy that comes when you’re discovering a new story. Actually, I have learned to love fleshing things out, going back over the story and adding themes and details that either I didn’t know the first go round or have changed or just seem interesting.

What I don’t love is reading back through, checking the spelling and grammar issues and otherwise looking at the way I’ve crafted sentences. There’s just something about it that makes me feel hopeless and helpless. I just reach that point where words seem meaningless, letters all seem out of order, and I wonder how in the world I expect anyone else to understand what I’m trying to say.

Hate the player, not the game? I don’t know. I’m trying to love the craft, but this part is always so tiring to me.