Ranty ranty rant rant rant

Okay so I'm sorry, but it's time for a little rant.

It really bugs me when people who get paid to write – as in, for a living – turn in work that sounds something like, 'Blah blah blah ... brain fart brain fart ... oh look a fact ... blah blah blah ... what was I saying? ... oh yes ... blah blah blah ... whoops a typo or seven ...oh and let's throw in a sentence that makes no sense whatsoever just for fun ... blah blah fucking blah.'

And no, if they wrote properly, I wouldn't be out of a job. Copy editing entails fact-checking, knowing weird intricacies of grammar nobody else understands, checking consistency, being meticulous about layout and generally making sure everything is absolutely, 100% perfect being going to print.

Not rewriting entire articles because some people couldn't be bothered about things like – oh I don't know – general narrative structure and not using the same word six paragraphs in a row because they've suddenly decided it's their favourite combination of letters, like, ever (use a thesaurus for christ's sake).

Grr.