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Editing is boring

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.

When Routine Becomes Rut

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.