It's no secret that editing and I don't exactly get along, but there are some things I do love about editing. Or recreating, as I sometimes like to call it. That tricks my brain into thinking it's less horrible.
I love writing out my plan for revisions. Before I have a plan, I'm more panicky than a chihuahua on caffeine. I get so, so easily overwhelmed by the big picture. But once I break it down into manageable chunks it's like, "Okay, I can do this! It's not so bad. Just one step at a time."
As hard as it is sometimes, I love making my book better. I love seeing my initial idea grow and change into something stronger, cooler than I thought it could ever be. I love adding scenes—ones that I can't believe I didn't think of before, ones that give new life to the story.
Yes, I even love cutting, once I get used to it. I love pruning the bad branches so the good ones are stronger. I never miss the words as much as I think I will.
I love finding the right words, the right descriptions for things. I love when I come up with just the right phrase, or cut an awkward one. I love seeing my prose get cleaner and cleaner with each draft.
I particularly love how entertaining it is to comb through my draft for repetition. I can't help but laugh at how many times I use a certain word or how many times my character sighs or groans or shakes their head. Oh, the melodrama. It's really funny.
I love the feeling of getting something right. It might not be as electric as the first draft, but it's oh-so-satisfying. I love getting to the end of revisions and knowing I did my best. I love the sense of accomplishment. It's this quiet peace in your gut, saying, "Yeah, that's what I meant."