I’m just editing one more vampire boner fest. It’ll be dead by page 24, but I don’t know that yet.
So I open the file and notice there’s a typo in the title, which really should have been my first inkling that something horrendous was about to go down, but you see I’m not quite dead inside yet so I carry on, bushy tailed and bright eyed with my faith in humanity intact. I haven’t edited a single thing in months which isn’t about vampires. It’s a vampire erotica story because one of the final Twilight movies is about to come out, and everything is vampires. All right buckle the fuck up kids, it’s the year 2012 and I’ve just been handed what should be an easy editing gig by my senior editor.
