Nah, we don’t.

I mean, is there anything else to say about editing?

No. Editing is a dark place of gloom, tears, and despair.

I have heard there are some mythical beings out there who enjoy editing their manuscripts. I haven’t met them, neither want to —because I can’t trust them, man. How can anyone enjoy going over the same text a hundred times!? If you’re going to tell me, “it’s never a hundred times, duh,” or “haha, relax! That’s what writing books looks like 😊,” just don’t talk to me, friend; you are delusional.

Let me whine. Let me cry. This is crap.

And no, I already took time off and let the manuscript rest. I already did whatever wise things you think I didn’t do.

I’ve been editing for almost a year, and I don’t even understand how that has taken so long.

Maybe I had too many vacations.

Perhaps this one has been tough because it’s my first book.

Whatever the reason, a year is too long and too slow.

Of course, I already came up with a remedy for my slug life: I’ll force myself to write two complete manuscripts in 2019. One of which I’ll edit this same year. And I’ll also participate in NaNoWriMo in November.

Pushing myself to the max is the only way of life I have ever known, so why not apply the same philosophy to my writing?

There’s no time to think. Let’s just do this.