I love editing. I edit all the time.There's one writer I prefer to edit on a regular basis.

I find his stuff engaging, witty, all of that good shit, but in need of reigning in a bit. On occasion. Just a little. Bit.

He's that me guy.

Sometimes, what he writes in a comment isn't quite what he meant to say, but I catch that for him. I tweak it a little before I let him hit that "post" button.

Sometimes, what he writes is a little too off-the-cuff. I make sure I take the knee-jerk out for him.

On occasion, he's even responding in anger. Well, there may be a right to. I try to temper his words for him nonetheless.

Sometimes, I can even hold up a post. Especially the long ones, or the ones that my writer starts when he's drunk. Like this one.

I work pretty quickly, too. He just lets me look it over before it's sent. That's all.

I'll fix spelling and grammar. I'll take his foot out of his mouth. I'll make sure that what he writes is what he means to say, and that it speaks diplomatically. I'll make sure all the premises are in the right order and that the conclusion is logical. I'll read the text he's responding to to make sure I think he's interpreted it correctly. I'll double check the whole thing.

I help save him embarrassment. I help him stay out of fights. Mostly, I just keep him from looking like an illiterate buffoon. His typing is for shit.

Best of all, I work for free.

It really is amazing that more people don't use me.