The times had been hardóI was hounded by creditors,
So I made the decision to fire my editor.
Iíve got three mouths to feed: me, the dog and a cat.
Why should we all go hungry, while an editor grows fat?
With my pets as companions, that should be enuff,
As I write out each outline, compose every ruff.
Then Iíll do my own edits, find each tiny defect;
When I finish the process, it should be purrfect!
ďWhy do I need an editor?Ē is the logical question.
I can write stellar content without his direction.
When I make a sandwich, do I pick up the phone
To ask his opinion, to hear his voice drone,
On the choice of my cheese: colby, swiss, cheddar?
No! I do it myself, and it turns out much beddar.
And so with my writing, this could have been fate;
Just like with the cheese, Iím sure it will be grate!
Though Iím only one person, Iíll just wear two hats.
Can anyone tell me just whatís wrong with that?
Sure, Iíll have to work longeróburn both ends of the candle;
With enough cups of coffee, thereís no job I canít handle.
What a wonder of nature, coming straight from a bean;
Itís the editorís friend, and they call it caffean.
Oh the marvelous powers of the this magical brew;
If I drink more and more, it will help me get threw.
One more thing I will need to do editing right:
Manuals from Chicago, AP, Strunk and White.
Then Iíll know what he knows, and Iíll never forget it;
Save a fortune in fees as I do my own edits.
After all, Iím no dummy, thatís why I went to college,
So I could get paid for my wisdom and knowlege.
And I canít understand why the path goes untrodden;
Doing work with no editor is really know problem!
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