I can’t be the only one who finds draft one, even with extended plot notes, the bane of life. It’s trying to get those first words on paper without them being entirely terrible right?

Wrong.

It doesn’t have to be perfect it just needs to exist.

That’s what I have to keep telling myself.

But that doesn’t seem to stop my brain from desiring the finished result, all polished and beautiful from being right in front of me.

But why skip the creation? Why allow the passion to be smothered by impatience. There is no shame in slowing down to enjoy the creation of something that comes from your mind and heart.

Art must be created, felt, enjoyed, chased, pursued at every possible moment.

I write because it heals my soul. It helps me feel in a way that is safe. I owe it to my writing, to the characters to take the time, to slow down, enjoy ever chapter I can.

I suppose in a way it’s like having kids, if you’re always looking at where you are going you miss where you are at. I don’t want to do that. Not with any first draft. Even if it is word vomit. It is still there to work with. You can’t edit a blank page, you can’t let that story live in your head alone forever either.