Which is why it is such a blessing to be able to delegate it to someone else. Writing is like a two-sided coin. Heads, when you are enraptured by an idea that came out of nowhere, which you just have to explore on paper. Which, more often than not, is a happening you can cause to reoccur as often as you please. What I am trying to say is, writing is the easy part. No, I am not forgetting writer’s block. As I’ve talked about it before, writer’s block is more often a lifestyle block than a creative block. When and if such a block is removed, you’re in for a heady ride.
Resulting in a tailspin. Let’s not forget the other side of the coin. The boring Dr. Jekyll to our exciting, writerly Mr. Hyde. The other side of the coin is where emotions cease, to let the objective school master take over with his red pen (or wooden stick), ready to strike, along with his penetrative eyes. No folly, however infinitesimally small, is above his nuclear gaze. Whenever he sees some pathetic alien creature, such as a comma where it is not supposed to be, out comes his inner cyborg, with a simultaneous deep, robotic voice commanding, “Exterminate!”
Yes, writing is the easy part, for it is within you. Publishing is easy too, for it is without you, and there really is nothing you can do about it. But editing is what gets you from A to C. It is a channel to comb out the nits, to “kill your darlings”, to basically forget every emotion you ever felt as you wrote.
Now, you tell me, how is such behaviour possible for a single person? How can a writer be both creator and exterminator? And yet, this is the task I must undertake. As I have spent the last few months trying to find my blogging voice, I have happily written whenever the muse asked me. I have happily published, for WordPress has given me the almighty button called “Publish to Of Opinions”. My posts have been like letters I have written to the world, which any number of people, from 1 to perhaps 50, have read. But, these letters are still in my possession. I have the power to make changes and thus, make them better. But, my editing hat, also known as the amiable but inwardly sinister Dr. Jekyll, lies in the corner and I am afraid to put it on. Though I have in the past, even professionally. But, they were always for the passions of other people, which I only slaved to make perfect and presentable. Mine, I cannot. And I cannot afford to hire someone to do it either.
Does editing your work make you anxious?