It’s one thing to go back to some story and cringe over the way you wrote, but what about the thing you’re working on now? Are there times when you’re overpowered by insecurities?
You know what? I don’t, because haven’t I’ve said I can delete, or should I say edit ? So I put together six or seven hundred words, then whittle them down to the three hundred and twenty-seven you are reading. Since I know I’m going to edit, I can throw down every thought, no matter how daft it seems. Which is great, because it’s when I write that I discover what I am truly trying to say.
Before you ask, no, I don’t think this is perfect, but if I could show you all the drafts…actually, I’d rather not. If you were my only reader I’d be fine with letting you share the processes I’ve gone through. But I’m hoping for a new reader, too, and what I want them to take away is an idea of my coherence and economy.
Do I love this piece of writing? Well, truth be told, no. I am quietly pleased with it, but I’m also certain that any time I reread this I’ll find ways to improve it, because that’s how I feel about all the things I’ve ever written. At the very least I see clumsy repetitions that are too familiar to be noticeable in the heat of writing.
What I do love, is that the idea I started with grew into something that is, at this moment, complete.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get on and write something else that matters to me, despite my doubts, despite all the initial mistakes.