You sip your overpriced coffee, pound the keyboard like it owes you money, and when you finally hit that last period—you lean back, smug, thinking: I nailed it.
Then you read it the next morning.
And it sucks.
Not a little. A lot. Like "did I write this during a fever dream or under anesthesia?" level bad. Welcome to editing—where your ego goes to die and your real writing begins.
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