A writer, reloaded

Editing is fun

Editing is nifty

If I’ve seen one red mark on this novel

I’ve seen fourteen thousand and fifty

Of course I do jest

I love your eagle eyes and your red pen

For at finding my mess ups, you are the best.

I owe you many thanks

I owe you many beers

And for all your hard work

I owe you some cash.

I could not realize

I could not imagine

How hard it is to listen

To truths about the story I knew inside, but could not express

Or write on the page

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