You guys are going to roll your eyes, because I say this every time I edit old stuff: I can't believe I made a story. I really can't believe it. It's astonishing to me. They're even paced okay. Threaded. The plants were at just the right spots so they don't feel like plants.
See, you don't understand.
I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO ALL THAT!
I guess I sorta do, obviously. Not really. I don't know.
I'm really good at seeing my faults. The day I can't see the faults in my writing is the day I fear I will have lost my abilities. I fear a perfect book as much as I fear never writing one.
Does that explain why, when I get edits, my only feeling is RELIEF?
You know, it doesn't matter what limitations you have. Whether you're building a career on an hour a day, no marketing time, not much editing, whatever. We make up for our limitations because we have to. I learned to self-edit because I had no choice. I'm sure someone else could do a better job, but whatever your limitations are, you can make up for it. And it's nothing special, it doesn't take talent or anything. It's just doing what you have to do.
Limitations are just opportunities to develop a skill.
Just like people who go blind begin to hear better, or people who go deaf learn to interpret the feeling of vibrations in their feet as sound--vibrations "normal people" don't even feel.
It's tempting to say this girl, Heeah Lee, is a talent, a miracle. I think that does her a disservice. She's a girl who used her limitations to develop a skill to a degree no one would have thought possible.
She's an inspiration, that's for sure.
PS: Before I forget, I stopped "following" everyone in Blogger. This is only because it screwed up my folders in Google Reader, not because I stopped reading you. :-)