So here goes:
Normally, I'm one of those writer's that LOVES the rough draft stage of writing. There's something about a new shiny story that is SO captivating and thrilling! Editing? Um, not so much. I've been known to describe editing as hell on earth. And I fully meant it.
I ENJOY EDITING!
I know. I was shocked too. I don't know what happened. I have a sneaking suspicion it has to do with my outlook or perspective in relation to the fiendish task, but why question it?
I plan on riding this wave of happiness out until it ends. It's nice to finally understand what those insane-editing-loving writer's are talking about. Making your story better with each agonizing change can be refreshing, if you let it.
In non-writing related confessions:
I like pickled okra and boiled peanuts.
It's weird, I know. I've made fun of hubs for years and in retaliation, he's been getting me to try odd things I think are gross. So far everything he's made me try, I've liked. Next up: pickled eggs. I'm totally stalling on that one. Sounds nasty, but he swears I'll love it. He's been right about everything else so far, so why can't I just give in and give it a go??? Perspective is a funny thing in life, isn't it???
Sometimes we cling so hard to what we THINK is right, we don't open ourselves up to the possibilities that surround us.
What about you? Any perspectives holding you back in life?