Writing is fun, writing is a blast . . . rewrites will kill me.
That’s where I am now. I usually get about four hours an evening to write — five or six if I don’t mind going to work looking hung over and strung out. If I suck my lunch through a straw, I can squeeze forty to forty-five minutes of editing into my lunch hour. I try not to snap at co-workers if they interrupt. They’re nice people, and I’d like to continue working there so I should probably close my door, but that’s as antisocial as snipping at them.
So sometimes a polite, "Yes?" comes out sounding more like, "WHAT?!?"
Forgive me if I bite, I’m in the throes of a rewrite.
Copyright 2009 Teresa Frohock