One of my pet peeves as an editor is reading material that sucks overall—wrong word choices, faulty grammar, a story that has no focus, and a feeble grasp of the English language. When I meet these kinds of articles, my eyes glaze over and by the second paragraph, my mind shuts down, and I start screaming.
If I’m totally pressed for time and there’s no way to have the writer re-do the piece, I start crying because then, I’ll be facing two things: (a) if I refuse to use the article, I write it (less hassle but more work); or (b) if I brave my way into that mangled piece and try to make sense out of it, I know I'm in for a spell editing with a heavy hand through each word, phrase, sentence, and paragraph.
When I do have to edit, that’s when terror hits me: I know I’m in for a tortuous time and it would take me a while before I start the painful process. The piece would lie for hours on my work table, a quiet nagging that’s got its talons sunk into my guilty conscience, relenting only when I start work on it. Sometimes though, thoughts of murder and mayhem fleet through my mind as I wade through the material, wanting to mangle the writer as much as s/he’d mangled my peace of mind.