I Don't Need No Editor! As you are all painfully aware, my writing lacks a certain, how shall we say, grammatical veraciousness. I've been getting a lot more shit than usual about this recently so I'm just going to come out and say it. I've got a problem. Ok, so I have dozens of problems, but this is the only one you need to know about. See, I have this thing about re-reading what I write. I can't. Once it's committed to notepad it's gone from my brain. That last sentence? Speak not of it to me. I'll never see that sentence again either. Or this one. It's turtles all the way down folks. To be more precise, it's not that I have some sort of pathological re-reading problem (though that would make an awesome after school special) it's just that I hate everything I write. Not long ago a friend of mine whom I had told about my site many times (I love the guy, but he's got the memory of a large bumble bee) finally got around to actually reading it. He mentioned that he went through all the archives and it got me to thinking that I hadn't been through my old stuff for a damn long time. So into the archives I went. I wanted to claw out my eyes in mortification. My writing sucks so much it makes my crotch jealous. I'm not sure why the 12 of you are still hanging around here but it's beginning to worry me. So there it is. Now you know. And knowing is half the battle. Now stop harassing me. Oh, and those of you wondering why it is I bother to write when I hate everything? I have a thing about maintaining a minimum of two near crippling, neurotic problems at any given time in my life. This is one of them.
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