Hacking the editing process and adding some terror to speed motivation
prose fresh and clean, unsullied by weakness and weasels. I get that. I like cleaning–well, tidying, but also washing dishes–for that satisfaction of putting everything in order.
And I assumed I’d get the same satisfaction from editing.
That was incorrect.
I made the decision nearly a year ago to treat my fiction like a business: to dedicate a chunk of my routine to it instead of waiting for inspiration to strike. It’s going about as well as you imagine.