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I wish to have sleep tonight. Last night, I haven’t got a wink because my client gave me my usual stock of articles and I was nervous. Nervous because I’ll be doing what I have been dreading to do –editing articles that somewhat completely leaves me scratching my head, oullignmy hair and make sme think that maybe I should resign outright. I have utmost respect for writers. I am still one even though I occasional wear the hat of cool, clam but strict editor. Friends tell me that I am a completely different person when I am editing rather when I was writing. I was more ‘desperate’ when I am forming my own words. I guess a lot of things were party to the situation – my own standard of writing, my stubbornness, my own education of English and perhaps, the drive to make an article as perfect as it can be so that it will be published and out of my worries. But when I did try to edit, my client and I would clash over things – so much that I have to vent out my own frustration to a piece of paper that will never be found by anyone except me. But in the end, I have to sell that crappy write-up (my own judgment, so sue me). I will be asking people to please read it and publish it for that writer that definitely needs a good college course in writing. That article that will never have my name and I would be grateful for it. As much as I don’t want to elevate myself over that writer and my own boss, I guess as someone writing for the web for years now, my own experience, my knowledge of what works and what not’s would be valued and appreciated. Guess not. So, if they want not to take the advice and not appreciate the effort, be my geust. I think I will already have an inkling of the reason why.