This will kill me. Counting out each word, every single one more precious than the last I have written. I judge the value of each letter weigh its importance. Which will truly reveal me to you the reader? Which will cut you to the bone? Which will make you rise up out of your seat filled with something other than apathy or judgment? These are my tiny deaths, these tiny edits, cutting some words so other will live.
by Sarah E. Alderman of Lake City