My writing is broken into two parts: brain dump, and editing. Brain dump usually takes a lot longer than I think it will, because I go off on tangents. First edit is eliminating excess content. Second edit is much tougher: wordsmithing, reviewing and revising ad nauseum. Because it’s imperative to hit the note to just right. Even on the throwaway blog entries, I sometimes get this obsessive compulsion to tweak phrases. Like the last entry, I must have edited and saved over twelve times.
Being your own editor means being your own worst critic. There’s no drop-dead deadline. Sometimes I wish there was a separate me that would command,
“Time’s up. Pencils down.”