Five stories are written. All have been read and edited on the computer several times, but now is time for the big edit. I print it out and focus on it completely. This stack of paper is so intimidating right now. I have 16,472 words to read. Each word to be judged and questioned. I hope that I still like all these stories tomorrow. I hope I like me tomorrow, too. I have never had so much of my own work to read at one time; this could be very uplifting or completely soul crushing.
You know the old saying “Hell is an eternity spend with your friends”? I think the printed out, big edit is sort of like this. I am about to spend several hours with myself from the recent past. I hope she is intriguing.