Editing

Editing is the absolute bane of my existence. I loath it, I really do. Unfortunately, in writing, it is a necessary evil, and whether I want to do it or not I'm going to have to at some point. The problem is that there just always seems to be better things to do.
I greatly envy the professional authors who can hire other people to do their editing for them. I also envy them that they get paid for doing something which (I assume) they love, and that they're all richer and more successful than me, but lets just ignore all of that for the time being.
However, I am quite lucky in that I find my writing doesn't tend to need a drastic mount of editing or redrafting, though I really should go back and add in a little more description at some point.
More often than not, I can't really cut anything out because I find that there's nothing to cut. Should I ever be given a word-count quota, I seriously doubt I'd be able to meet it.

Virtues I Lack

I sent out a couple more submissions to journals today and checked the status on a few I have pending. No response yet. Now, I understand perfectly well how many stories these poor editors have to read through, and given that some of them are my terrible excuse for writing you have to feel sorry for them, and I also know that it's actually usually a good sign if they take a while getting back to me because it usually means they're actually considering me and I know that they need to wait until near the deadline when they'll have almost all of the submissions for that issue in to make the final decisions.
Yes, I do understand these things and I do appreciate it. But I'm just so damn impatient. I don't like having to wait for things and I get easily frustrated when I do have to wait for something. And the longer I have to wait for a response the more I want one.
It's a good thing I didn't have working on my patience issue as my resolution this year, because I would be failing miserably.

Introductions

Why did I create this blog? I'm not entirely sure, because I really doubt that there is anybody out there that might be reading it any time soon. But on the off chance that there is, here it is. Here I will write about my life, my writing, and just whatever is on my mind. I make no promises of coherance or sanity, or even of correct spelling. And on that note, I will now leave to eat a cookie.