It's deadline week. There's little time for email, internet surfing, or extra things like laundry and dinner. Kevin asks why I can't hire out some of the work after the first draft is done.
I look at him like he's crazy, because this is my favorite part of the job. The first draft is done. All the scenes are there. The characters are fleshed out, the plot makes sense, and the setting is well-drawn. The HARD PART is done!
But now . . . now I get to perform liposuction! No, not on my thighs (sadly), but on my sentences. I get to suck out every last word that's not pulling its weight (cheaper, easier, and less painful than real liposuction). Can I make this ten-word sentence a seven-word sentence? Yes, I can! Can I lose this prepositional phrase without changing the sentence's meaning? Yes, I can! Every sentence is a challenge, every deleted word a thrill! I'm as excited to be alive as Colleen. Oh, happy day!
Sadly, the favorite part of my job lasts only four days, but my story is 1600 words shorter and 100 times tighter. I feel great satisfaction and a wonder of accomplishment. Hire this part out? Rob myself of the challenge and thrill? Not for all the truffles in the world, baby.