After reading over the complete first draft, I didn't hate what I wrote, which is a new thing for me. I normally pick apart my writing to the point that I don't like rereading anything I've written. That's not to say I don't draft, after I finalize a piece, I normally don't return to it. But I read my novel and was satisfied. It felt complete for better or worse. I still have a lot of grammar and typo junk in it, but I'm letting a few of my friends read it and help me find my many mistakes--why is it so easy to read over your own mistakes?
Soon I'll be working on my third draft (maybe my final before I start sending it off?), which means that I will probably ignore my blog a little more, but it's for the novel. In my mind, it's justified.
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