Editing

I finally commenced editing my shriveled up excuse for a novel on Saturday, the 5th. I know that lots of authors say that editing is awful and grueling labor. That writing the first draft is nothing compared to the arduous task that follows it. That you have to force yourself to suck it up and get through editing. That it never ever ends.
 
But I like it.
 
Then again, I've only actually edited the first six pages. Who knows what's in store for the next hundred and seventy pages? After that, I may be so sick of my novel, I'll have to restrain myself from ripping it to shreds.

But for now, I like it.

My editing so far is a whole lot easier than writing the first draft. With editing, when I sit down to work, I look at a page full of ideas, instead of a blank page awaiting ideas. I can look at each sentence by itself, a paragraph by itself, the page, or a whole chapter.
 

Wielding my orange pen, I can cross out any amout of words I want.

I can scribble in the margins, and then cross out what I scribble in the margins.

I can fill up the entire back of a page with a scene I never knew would exist.

Yep. I like editing.