The Copy Editors, and every one of the lot known as editors. I look forward to seeing their back.
Yep! I finally put it in writing. Gave words to my darkest thoughts. I hate editors. I hate the little wannabes, the ones that can’t even keep their diaries, but presume to edit everything that a creative mind, had birthed in fulfillment of the never ending urge to birth what it either observes, and or imagine.
And then there’s that special class that earns its living by being professional pains in the derrière. The editors.
It is my creative wet dream, that I shall get to a point in my creative journey, where I shall be free of the burdens of the editorial confraternities. The Copy Editors, and every one of the lot known as editors. I look forward to seeing their back. The world might edit my works as it sees fit upon my demise, but I look forward to seeing the season when I am sufficiently conceited enough to ignore the conventional demands for editorial interventions in my creative processes.
You are free to join me in hating on my editors, but it is their considered opinion, that given the revolutionary nature of my postulations in the book, and the inevitable discourse that it should provoke, that they require more time to work on the text, and on the indexing of the manuscript. I have been a tad too optimistic in my expectations of their understanding of my self imposed timeline.
As a middle of the ground position, we have agreed to release the preface to the book, about which we have mutually agreed the text and layout. Please expect this at some point tomorrow, and do wait for the almighty editors to finish rewriting what they couldn’t have written originally.
Shalom
