I’m sure most of us hate stopping for roadwork . . . but we also get annoyed at bumpy roads and potholes.
Perhaps roadwork is the equivalent of editing our stories and poems. It can be a pain but is also very necessary. Last week I condensed a short story down from 1300+ words to just under 1000 to suit a competition. I’m not sure whether I’ve smoothed out the bumps and made it better or if it needs a complete overhaul; time will tell.
I wonder if I could get a sign saying ‘Editing Hazard Ahead’? 🙂