If you’re going to write, you better love writing. That’s pretty good advice, considering the standard work to pay. Usually, it works for me.
But there’s always something though, isn’t there? Some part of the process that’s just damn hard to love. For me, it’s copy editing. Combing through a manuscript, over and over, trying to find every misplaced comma, every stupid spell-check homonym, every there/their/they’re screw up. Searching and searching, until the only thing I notice anymore is just how much I now hate this story.
Guess what I’ve been doing today?
And you know what’s the most galling thing? The fact that I know however careful I’ve been, their’s no guarantee that I haven’t missed something.