I have an adult emotional life and an editing system inside me which prevents me from being preposterously stupid.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My life needs editing.
My self-editing process is intense.
I have a huge editor in my head who's always making me miserable. But sometimes, I try to let my unconscious act out.
Editing is kind of a solitary job.
I need to find a way of retaining creative control.
Unfortunately, I am very aware of editing and I look at the monitor too much. Sometimes the monitor can become your worst enemy because you can, consciously or unconsciously, start editing yourself.
I figure there's no point in stressing about what's out of my control, and all I can do is make the best of what I've got.
I don't need to manufacture trauma in my life to be creative. I have a big enough reservoir of sadness or emotional trauma to last me.
I love the idea that the editing room is the final time you write. You should still be creatively solving problems even at that point. It's not really until you're locked that you can call it quits.
I realized - and I am probably the last person in the world to realize this - that we live our lives with no editing.