I want to be a writer why?

My eyes are burning, my legs are numb, and my dogs are mad at me.  I've been sitting at my desk since Monday afternoon, editing.  I love the writing, but oh my, the editing.  And, why do I have such difficulty with it this time?  It's not my fault.  It's Detective Karst's fault.  It's his job to read through and check my police protocol and to double-check his dialogue. 

For those of you who don't know.  My sleuth in my books is a real-life detective.  He's been a great character and loads of fun to take on tour.  When we have a debate about plots, I always win unless it concerns police-related topics.  I mean, really, does it truly matter that I didn't have probable cause to arrest the guy I arrested in my new book?  What does he mean, I can't put the guy in jail even for one night?  Sheesh!  I had to take my character out of jail, find a motel room for him, and rewrite several scenes where his daughter is concerned about her dad being locked up when he's not locked up. 

I keep telling him someday I'm going to write him in as a villain...or on the days he really gives me a bad time I remind him, I've nearly poisoned him, I've shot him twice, he's torn his arm open jumping through a glass door to save a fellow female officer, and I sent him into a burning house with his arm in a sling to save three women, so maybe one of these times he won't make it out of the book alive...but then he'd probably just come back as a ghost.  I think he's here to stay. 

We've made it through 8 books in the Elusive Clue series together, and then I wrote him into my middle grade book, SECRET OF DRAGONFLY ISLAND, without telling him....still not sure if he's read that one!! 

Anyway,  I quit for the day.  I'm going to eat, watch SURVIVOR, and crash.  Tomorrow's another day, and hopefully, I can finish the edits and send the manuscript off to New York and celebrate.  I guess even if I don't get it sent off, I'm close enough to celebrate with ice cream tomorrow evening.  I deserve it, I want it, I need it.