Writing hurts

One of the very hardest things about being a writer-for-hire, aka a hack, is that you have to pick your battles. Sometimes the result that is this sneery cringy face I have on right now. The place I get poked to result in this very distressed look, is my pride. The idea that people are now going to read this report and think that I wrote it and/or let it be written this way hurts me. Hurts me bad. When you have to let some one from the powers-that-be realm tweak your prose from something strong and liquid into something that is awkward and stilted it just fracking hurts. Not to mention she made it 50 words longer and the graphic designer is going to freak out. Sigh.