So I took my pile of short stories and sat down in my old armchair. I put my feet up and wriggled about till I was absolutely comfortable, then set to work, red pen in hand as I reread four of my stories, editing as I went. And it was surprisingly fun. Enough time has passed since I wrote these that they are familiar and yet strange at the same time, and I’m pleased to note that I have progressed enough as a writer to slash down adverbs, whittle down excessive description and tighten up passages in a manner I seemed incapable of doing before.

Here’s a snapshot of an edited page from Megaera:

Also, I held my breath for 2 whole minutes last night.