Years ago—so many that I was typing on a portable typewriter—I had a deadline to meet. It involved finishing a book, and then typing it and delivering it by a certain day. Soon. (I wish I could remember which book, but I can’t.) I asked if I could use a friend’s out-of-town summer bungalow and took
For a variety of reasons these days, there is a bit of vogue for self-publishing. One can have no objections to that. That said, I think one can find fault with self-editing. Not so much because it is wrong to go without external editing, but because one’s work suffers.