I have always had an editor’s eye that I can’t seem to turn off. Maybe it’s the writer in me, or it’s something I picked up in my education classes, but I am constantly correcting things in my mind. EVERYTHING I see gets edited.
(Non-judgmentally, of course.) 😉
It’s both a blessing and a curse. Right now, I have three drafts waiting to be finished. There are close to 100,000 words between them that I haven’t published yet, for fear that they are too wordy. (You think?) Do you really want to read a 50,000-word birth story? Probably not, and so I will most likely delete it and start fresh. Then, I’m sure I’ll find fault with the next version, and it will be another six months before anything gets published.
Verbosity and perfectionism, why doth thou afflict me so? (And how might I be compensated for your ever-present torment?)