My friend and I are poking each other to edit. It’s so easy, you see, to just not quite get to it. To wander off into rearranging the desk for optimal efficiency. To run through the notes one more time while also trying to narrow down open browser tabs just a little. To get drawn into rereading an earlier book so you have the background.
Editing is work. Writing is often a game, but editing–no. Even when it’s fun, it’s work.
So we poke.
You mean Huggsley, the “Enforcer”, is sitting by your computer with a spork and HE’s not POKE-ing you? Huggsley, I am disappointed.
I…may have moved him away when he got a little spork-happy.
*should probably move him back in poking distance*