It's when I start to believe I'm two people you need to worry

Ah, editing. How I love and loath you. Let me count the ways... It is both my favourite and my most dreaded time. I adore it, because this is where the story comes alive. The crap gets the big fat delete key, wandering paragraphs find direction, and characters stop having 1 voice, acquiring their own. I feel like I made my play-dough, and now I am sculpting it into a lovely statue. Except during my four years of high school art class I never managed to sculpt a darn thing. My teacher gave my ...