fear of rewrite
This is going to be short, short one.
Yesterday late, I realized I hate rewriting so much because I hate to admit I was wrong the first time around.
For the purposes of critiquing I invented a term “good first draft” to, you know, give an impression that I’m being nice. Maybe I should recycle my own garbage, saying “my story is in the stage of a good first draft” with the most serious, professional, I-know-what-I’m-talking-about expression. “The stage of the first draft is a tool for identifying the underlying theme of the story that is, ideally, a surprise to its own author (since isn’t writing just that, a discovery of one’s own mind and soul?), and it would be impossible to know the theme before writing the story down. Thus, the first draft is the process of wading neck-deep in the snow to reach a destination unknown; but you don’t want to get your reader cold and wet and trudging along, cursing you and your words, so you go over the same tracks, choosing the most straightforward route (that still has a great scenery) and laying tracks. It still will be challenging, don’t worry, but at least you won’t lose people along the way.”
Ahh, well. Time to stop rambling and go to work (OMG, the time!) and do that last personal crit along the way.
