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The Judge
Every writer’s archenemy
I am a revolving door for stories. That is what I tell the universe. I ordain that I am an empty vessel through which stories may flow through. In pure passive receivership I allow the stories to come through me.
I try to never judge the stories. I try to have almost no influence over them at all. Sure, after the stories come through that confounded editor in my noggin immediately goes to work. There is spelling and punctuation and grammar and basic rules of storytelling.
Sometimes I practically completely rewrite those stories that come through the revolving door. Other times I leave them just as they are. Sadly, I feel that I must somehow become involved with them.
I must admit that I am not a very good empty vessel. My vessel is constantly impinged upon by a seemingly non-stop noggin. That fucking editor keeps stepping into the empty space of the vessel I’m trying to be. There is only one thing worse in the entire world than an editor and that is the personal editor within our own noggins.
Many, many years ago I worked professionally as an editor. I hated it! When I quit I swore that I would never do it again. I only did it for a few years but I was never so relieved as when I quit that for good.
