As our plumbing fiasco escalates into a veritable nightmare of kitchen inconvenience that is spreading tentacles of evil into the rest of the house, I continue to edit my manuscript.
The revision process is a like a gradual chipping away, a drip-erosion of the monolith of words. It's not that mysterious, really. For me it entails a lot of nit-picky things like changing commas to semicolons; eliminating retarded words that nobody would ever really use, such as "delight;" cramming in whole new scenes that may or may not work; and fervent hoping that it won't sound as lame to the editor as it does to me now after reading it hundreds of times.
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