Editing is weird.
Part of me really hates it because work bleeehhh.
Part of me really loves it because the satisfaction in stripping down a piece of writing and making it sound much better is just addictive. So addictive in fact that it’s hard to take a step back from the work and realize that it’s as close as finished as it can be.
I recently edited a short story of mine, Pink Hair, Red Blood, and I felt like sharing an excerpt of the edited version with you guys. Just cause.
So here goes.