When I hit the submit button; I like to imagine my story going out on a wild and daring adventure through the jungle of the Internet. The adventure ends, of course, with my story being devoured by a crocodile.
It’s impossible for me to find the obvious typos in my story until after I submit then. Having a bad editing process is better than having no editing process!
Now that I’m married, I miss the thrill of being turned down for dates; sending my stories out is a weakly acceptable substitute.
In all honesty, I’ve never really meant to submit a story. But my cat has figured out my laptop password, and I think she hates me.