If only we could edit life

So there comes a time in every man's life where he must concede and turn to an editor for help. For a long time i've had a major problem in my life - one that would make most people cringe. It's almost as bad as one of those ER shows where you see mangled limbs and guts flying everywhere. Yes, i admit it, i have always had a problem with grammar, syntax and just general expression.


Writing for a long time has been a past-time, a beneficial hobby that helped better my English but now it serves largely as a means of expression, to let my thoughts unwind. Indeed putting pen on paper turns the mere fictional to something more substantial, something you can actually see. Of course, more often than not just like most writers, it comes out like garbage. It may not seem like it but there are a lot of ideas and posts that don't even make this blog. Needless to say that due to my laziness, there aren't a lot of such said draft posts, but in any case, i have always made a point to try my best to only deliver the best of ideas. The best of ideas of someone who has terrible ideas isn't saying much clearly. With all this being said, i have always had a problem with expression probably due to my life history of culture differences and lack of English ability as a primary school child. All those lessons with myself zoned-out regarding basic grammar resurface consistently throughout all my writings even academic ones. Finally though, enough is enough and i have to bite my tongue and call upon an editor.

If there's one thing i hate more than anything else, it's censorship and lack of the freedom of expression. China's great firewall and other censoring policies annoy me much more than the numerous other terrible governing decisions restricting basic freedoms (the list will go on for days so to preserve sanity i have not included it). In many ways, is an editor not like a firewall but making sure that nothing bad goes out there without first being filtered, modified and made non-virulent? So by deduction would i not hate having an editor? The point that must be considered though is that when i write i do not simply convey words, i want to convey meaning. Gebberish is not on the agenda but an idea is and it is in this belief that an editor will be beneficial. The editor may change words around, but the editor should never change the idea i want to convey, only augment by getting rid of useless parts of text, infected with nonsensical ramblings. Henceforth, every post on this blog will be examined by my editor and dear god, i only praise that she have the sanity to shift through all the garbage i write, and somehow distill some sort of brilliance. On that note, i have recently discovered that bourbon whiskey is definitely not as amicable as i once thought and may indeed say that our friendship outside coke is over.

So here's to my new editor and may she bring on a new change of clearer sentences, better phrases, and even lamer jokes, if that's even possible.

Going to write a bunch of pieces for my editor so bye.