That's where I'm at.
I've found some writers hate writing, but love having finished. Others get giddy over creating their story, but struggle with fine tuning. And there's those crazy people who can't wait to edit (I use 'crazy people' with the utmost admiration).
I'm of the falls-head-over-heals-in-love-with-creating variety.
Don't get me wrong. Editing has it's beautiful moments - when the stars align and everything comes together and you're like, "Oh. My. God. I. Am. Awesome." I like those moments. I've experienced magic in those moments. But the rest is a little blah ba dee blah blah. For me. Ahem.
But it's all part of the process, which I do love, for better or worse.
My current edit is over the hump and *should* be smooth sailing from here. *Knocks on desk*
As I re-enter my editing cave, I'm letting the sun shine through all the cracks and holes so I don't forget there is an end. And it's beautiful...
*Thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh for starting IWSG - a monthly blog hop where writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. iI’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds!*
*GIF's are thanks to Tumblr