I write.

Jumbled words that don't fit quite right into the space of human reality. Crude ideas floating about in the canvas of dreams. Drops of inspiration amongst scattered drafts and crossed out smudges. Messed up parchment torn, fixed scruffily back together with tape, drooping at the edges, yellowing with time. Discarded drafts, dying or dead, that don't match up to perfection. 

Good, but not good enough.

And I continue to write.

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(Update: Recently started editing. My application is on the book EU Editors. If you want me to help you edit, feel free to PM me and I'll see what I can do :))