…a first draft.
(I know, you were thinking of another ending, and, yes, you’re welcome for the ear bug I’ve now left you with.)
Part of the joy of letting a first draft flow is, well, letting it flow, and forcing yourself to just get to THE END. Because as we all know, you can’t have a second draft (or a third, or fourth, or…) until you have a first.
So that’s the good. Now for the bad.
Sometimes re-reading that first draft can be utterly crushing. Sure, there are some good parts–maybe even a high percentage of them–but much like the feeling you have after that second slice of cheesecake, the earlier, blissful sensation of anticipation is drowned in the all-too-real sensation of heartburn. You know you were enjoying yourself at one point, but that delight is gone.
Right now, I have acid reflux. Bigtime. The first few bites of my WIP tasted so good, I couldn’t stuff my face fast enough. Then came a hundred pages/bites in, and Ooof. I put down my fork, I sat back, I groaned.
What had happened?
And then I remembered, this is ALSO the good. You want to find those gaps, those breaks in the flow of your story/character, those albeit painful places where you need major work. Because that’s what makes your second draft your second draft.
I’m taking comfort in this fact as I read on. Comfort, and Tums.
What do you take to get through your first draft?