June was a month for editing. Funny enough, July is shaping up to be the same.
It's a sad day when you work yourself into such an editing spiral that you are left with two words on the page, and you sit back with a smile of relief and say, "yes, this will do."
I believe there is a disease called Editotosis in which the writer habitually deletes unnecessary words until they are left with a blank page. It's ironic that I suffer from this illness, when years ago if I was to delete one word it would be akin to severing a finger. Actually, the loss of an appendage would probably be less painful.
So when you pick up my next book and open it to page one (the only page) and it says simply, "It rained." Think to yourself, 'My, what a splendid editing job.' :)