I recently hired an editor for an early story I wrote, Nibbles The Mouse.
It’s a humbling experience, as the pages are full of red.
I openly state when asked about my writing that I consider each story to be nothing more than a rough draft. It’s true, but it’s a kind of hedge born out of insecurity. I didn’t realize just how true it was until now.
The story will be better for it, but I wish I had caught the mistakes earlier.
