I’ve been spending a lot of time copyediting (and proofreading and plain ole editing) the last couple weeks.
I have not been spending a lot of time writing.
I have mixed feelings. Editing brings in money. It is easier. I get paid faster, at least usually. I get a certain pleasure from helping other people sound clever and polished.
But I have my own projects to complete. In between editing, I’ve been revising a story I wrote last year, and I wrote a tiny piece of flash fiction yesterday while my kids did their homework at the library. However, I’ve got more to write, so much more. The ideas zoom around my head at night.
I worry that I’m trading a bit of quick money for my own creative accomplishments. Yet there are bills to pay.