I printed out my novel today. It took 10 seconds [give or take] for me to want nothing more than to shred it to pieces and light it on fire. But– what a waste of tree. Isn’t it bad enough it got chopped, hauled away from family and friends , turned from a majestic tree into flimsy paper and endured my heinous words against its being? (Plus, setting fire to paper in a confined office space might affect my employability). I could recycle it but where’s the satisfaction in that?
Suffice it to say, the second draft is hard. Leaps and bounds harder than the first. You’re allowed to stink on the first draft but the second draft should resemble something you could ask a friend to read who won’t in turn, turn green and pretend to faint. Its not to say the whole thing is a rambling load of six week old feta cheese, some parts I love BUT- some parts are so heinous I wish to look away with one tear drop in my eye declaring “You are dead to me!”
The trouble is most sites providing advice to wannabe writers focus on the first draft, very few talk about the second though this site which is quite helpful, and this writer says its okay to fall into a pit of despair when staring at your first draft. Its really hard to keep going but I’m going to keep on trucking. If nothing else, I’ll do it for the tree.
I love being a writer. What I can’t stand is the paperwork. ~Peter De Vries