Dec 16, 2013 22:55
So much editing.
So much.
Okay, don't get me wrong. I actually love editing. If I could be an editor for a living I would have it made. But I...I feel like I've been editing work for hours, work that isn't even mine. Hours. Actually, I feel like it because I HAVE been editing for hours. Pretty much nonstop since eight.
And you guys, you all know how completely enamored of my Creative Writing class' technical proficiency I am.
Which is not at all.
Sooooo much fun.
I don't understand the book "The Little Prince". I know. I'm supposed to find it all deep and full of epiphanies. It's supposed to change my life. Well, it's not. It's really confusing. I think the titular character is in love with a flower and this one king is being convoluted for the sake of being convoluted and I'm so sick of it*. It's tying my brain in knots.
*I might appreciate the book a bit more if I were reading it in Engllish.
And if I didn't have a five-page draft of a paper due on it in two days.
Also not in English.
Now that I think about it, it's probably mostly the 'not in English' thing that's bugging me.
Just a bit.
Oh well. Back to editing.
blah,
the box made me do it