My inch of the day today is an edited excerpt from my short-story-in-edit The Second Coming of Judas Iscariot, from my trio-of-tales-in-edit Leaves: Three Short Tales.
Bateson retrieved the book and placed it back on the desk, noticing with surprise it was a Bible and well-thumbed.
“The problem of Prisoner Loudas, sir?” I should’ve been off duty 20 minutes ago.
“Aha!” Wilsomm pounced on a coffee-stained folder.
Editing is more difficult than writing. How do you know when it’s perfect, finished, done?
I suppose it’s when it tells you it’s perfect, finished, done. What do you think?
I’d like to know.