Because thats what i need.
Im thinking about it and i think i will have to start editing on my lunch breaks. I get an hour for lunch and never need that long. Right now the roughest draft (as i like to call it) is 89 printed pages (12 font, single spaced, if you are in the know). My husband is on page 17. He isnt working right now because were between seasons, and the work around the house that he gets done REALLY doesnt make a second income up. So hes not working, not occupying himself with anything important, and he still cant freaking read my draft for me. I mean he does, he tries and all, but his attention isnt the best. Also i mean editing a roughest can be difficult, sometimes theres passages of total garbage nonsense tangent. He told me hes amazed at how well i edit. Which is good to hear, but also its like dear god i should hope so….at this point.
Why dont i try for a career that would involve writing or editing? Because that would ruin my creative stamina, i know for a fact. Thats what both degreees did. And i have too much of MY work to do, im not using a limites resource where its undeserved. I knew that a LONG time ago.
See, writings always been the thing. First i was going to be a teacher and write in the summer. Then i was going to be an accountant who wrote in the off season. Then when i ended up as an english major because accounting is for the soulless, i was like okay ill get a rando job and support myself and write then.
And thats the point im at. Ive been writing every day since i saw that weird brainwashy guy at the end of feb.
So, guess its time to jam some editing in on my lunch breaks