May 24th, 2011


On Editing (Or, A Really Stupid Poem That Popped Into My Head)

Originally published at Quantum Matrix Scribe. Please leave any comments there.

Blood streams from a surface starched white
Lines and scribbles, ideas taking flight
Whipped and beaten, the story’s flaws brought out,
Of its foolishness and idiocy, there is no doubt
From its welts and gashes, the weakness leaks,
into the open, where we can all take a peek
Then the wounds heal, the blemishes recede,
And the body is much stronger indeed
The flaws repaired, the silliness deleted,
Its new merits will by all be tweeted
But for now, it is bloody and pale,
And so I shall return to working on this tale.

[Yes, I know it sucks, but really, I could give a f---]