I hate editing.  I love to write but editing is the lump of brussel sprouts on your plate that your mother makes you eat before you can have dessert.  I hate brussel sprouts and I hate editing.  I don’t like admitting to myself that a character or a sub-plot just isn’t going to work.  Sometimes I have to “kill” a character with a promise that I will revive him or her in another story.  In the end, though, editing makes the story stronger and more believable.  For me, it is the necessary evil of writing; it is discipline and order that must find a balance with your creativity.