A Good Editor Is A Good Thing To Have

My on‑board editors are demanding, nay, screeching that I allow them out of their respective cages to do the work they are claiming I owe them.
They don’t look like much, they appear very much like mottled images of Horace Greeley and Perry White, but they can sure make noise about prepositions, verb tense and correct pronoun usage.
You see, I’ve just been whipping this content off the top of my head, performing a dutiful spell check (out courtesy mostly) and uploading the content via the universal mojo-wire to the World Wide Dweeb. That is where much of the problems reside. Besides the fatigue of daily radiation therapy, it’s a full‑skull dose of irradiation and it is this effect that has the most impact on my writing, and editing is just some nice interesting concept like multi-verses, or dark matter that I would like to attend to but lack the time and energy to entertain.
I type and ponder, “Just how many neurons up there are actually working in unison to produce a truly cohesive idea? It’s only an idea now; it’s not cohered into a viable thought yet, much less a syntactically correct formed sentence, but those goddam editors won’t shut up. Get busy Backmann, there a thoughts rioting a few neurons back?”
My next physical step is to type this thought‑blob onto a piece of ethereal paper existing solely in RAM and bludgeon the bastard into decent reading prose. Well, bludgeoning the prose appears to happen, until my lovely wife points out the very erratic inconsistencies that appear on Kev’s Chem Lab 101 blog. The editing team must have their day in sun, or diodes, or whatever backlights my laptop monitor.
Well, I’m going to have to unleash the Greeley/White editing demons so I can have them clean things up, and just so you know, my ego is actively pushing this on so that it will actually get done.
To better reading in the future, onward into the smog…