Ok. I admit it.
I am annoyed with my first draft because I am a perfectionist. Probably caught the disease from my dad. Those of you who know me well know I am the most imperfect of creatures, but still I expect wondrous talent from my first draft. Obviously, I missed the part where Dad counseled his students that the road to perfection requires practice, practice, practice.
I keep forgetting. First Draft is practice – bones before flesh – priming the canvas – ect.
Good news is, while wrangling with my perfection addiction, I’ve discovered how to give my charming yet reticent main character more steel and sparkle. She’s surrounded with fantastic characters who pretty much write themselves, so I’m grabbing a bit of their mighty mojo for her!
Do you suffer from perfectionism? How do you deal with it?
Update: I’m still chugging away with about 40,000 words so far.
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