Today's OneWord: Edits

He slaves away at his desk all night, the sweat collecting in strings across the nape of his neck like brand new hairs he doesn't want. As his fingers cramp, he checks the time and realizes how long it's been since he's slept. Half a day now. He edits and omits and changes and adds until the world outside is dark again. And yet, he is not even a third of the way through.

Data entry. He has to be the ghost writer for a memoir about data entry.