The First Draft Sucks

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I thought this article on first drafts and how they can suck and make you doubt yourself was an interesting article. 
If you find that you are losing interest in your WIP, are stalled out around the middle of the book or are being lured away by another story idea that seems much better you may be interested in this article over on Storytellers Unplugged, it offers some pretty good advice about sticking to it to the finish.

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Hello I'm new here and I thought that i might as well just jump in! The story I'm currently working on is an epistle, or a series of letters, that was written in response to a challenge in my high school's writing club...

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Dear Father, Mother, Jimmy, James, Jonathan, Julie, Juliet, Young Jonathan, Aunt Kathy, Uncle Kyle, Aunt Marie, Uncle Matt, Cousin Kevin, Cousin Mark, Other Cousin Jonathan, Grandpa, Grandma, great Aunt Agatha, and 3^rd Cousin Nathaniel;

               

How are you? I am fine. As you know, I have recently decided that I needed to go to Canada. Migratory instincts, I guess. Having only left a week ago from our home in Florida, I am pleased to say that I have arrived in Georgia. I know that you question the wisdom of walking to Canada, but you must understand the sense of tranquility and calm I have never felt at home. Perhaps this feeling can only be achieved by migrating at least once in your life.

                Father, I have stayed away from the roads as you asked, and I’m glad to say because of it I have seen lots of wildlife I never would have seen near a road.

                Young Jonathan, you can be proud for I have chosen your gift first. Remember that I intend to bring you all something special home. Now I don’t want to ruin the tension you will feel waiting for this, but I feel you deserve a hint to what it may be. I can tell you that our Other Cousin would kill for it.

                I have met a friend already. When I was walking through the woods I stumbled into a Marines base right as the final graduation was taking place. I met a young Marine there by the name of Dillon. Now Dillon always had this dream of flying, as he’s been telling me, and he would like to go to Canada and get his pilot’s license.  Now, I’m not sure why he hasn’t just gotten here in the States, but…

                I have been hoping for a companion on my trip and perhaps this Dillon will be a good one, If not maybe he can save me from muggers, that is if he decides to come with me....

                Now to everyone I have been neglecting, I must say this. I believe that this is the greatest adventure of my life and as such I may come back changed. I promise to write you all again, and everyone, not just my siblings, is getting a souvenir. I’ll stop writing now; hopefully Grandma and Grandpa haven’t been snoring too loudly!

 

                                                                   With love,

 

                                                                   Alexander
                            Mallard

                            Aka Ducky