Taking out the garbage what I call a tedium tax.
I hate taking out the garbage. It’s tedious, it kind of smells, and I have to wheel the garbage and recycling bins down a fairly steep driveway. Then, once the garbage truck has emptied them, I have to bring the bins back up!
It’s one of those tasks that makes me sweat just enough to make it irritating.
The same thing could be said for printing out a manuscript and mailing it off to a publisher. Or going through the final edits of a manuscript, when I’ve already been through the work nine times already. It’s tedious and boring and blech!
I know. Boo, hoo, hoo. Tiny violins.
Everything worth doing is encumbered with the tedium tax. And I believe that it’s unwillingness to pay it that takes many people out of the game.