Once upon a time I contracted with a beatific-type woman to edit/proof her Christian poetry.
I charged her about one-eighth of what I would charge for actual writing. And by actual writing, I mean technical/academic writing. Even if the poetry was exceptional, which hers was not, I have never been able to formulate a fee for such purely subjective work.
Anyway, because this woman is such a fine human being with a heart of gold and the artistic aspirations of a minor saint, I will not disclose her name, nor the book she actually published.
Generally speaking, it was an abysmal piece of work. Yet I found this poem particularly inspiring.
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