I do enjoy first drafts. There’s nothing like hammering out a tale and getting caught up in the whirlwind! Oh, the places they take me! Of course, the reality of the first draft hits once the whirlwind stops and drops you out of the sky. It hurts. Then, it has to undergo surgery. Slice and dice and replace and rearrange, like a madman laughing all the while. Hopefully, something suitable to the masses will emerge from all of the agony.
I am writing The Runaway Train’s first draft in a class that requires me to write at least five pages a week. It really whips me into gear, and demolishes any tiny bit of laziness. One thing, though, is that it’s not the only course I’m taking this semester. With that in mind, sometimes the deadline draws a bit too close for comfort, and I find myself rushing to get the words onto the page. It’s actually quite liberating, albeit a bit panicked. The material actually has to be good because I submit it to a workshop for crits, like a bloody carcass being tossed into a shark tank no doubt, but in actuality, this story is getting quite a bit of positive feedback. I look forward to sharing it with all of you.