Continuing the other day's thoughts on drafts, today I'm going to talk about the importance of first drafts. Not because I think they're magic, or perfect, or brilliant. They usually aren't. Often as not, they're awful as hell.
But, that's okay. It really is. A lot of pretty things aren't pretty before they're formed. Paints aren't always pretty before they go up on the canvas. Thread isn't the most alluring thing in the word, but it can form brilliant and beautiful tapestries. And unsculpted clay isn't really my idea of visually appealing.
Again, it's okay. Nothing needs to be beautiful at the start. It can grow into being lovely in its own time. (Insert reference to The Ugly Duckling.) (And, I hope everyone got that reference, because if I'm now living in a world where people haven't heard of The Ugly Duckling, I might just have to cry.) It can become pretty.
The first draft doesn't have to be pretty. It can suck. It can be god-awful. That's okay. Really. It is. Let yourself do it. Let yourself write it. Let yourself blow it. All it takes is getting it done. Getting the first draft out there. Get it written.
Let it go. Let it be awful. Let it be.
How are your drafts coming? How do you feel about your first drafts? When was your last first draft?