A Quieter Darkness

When you write a story, you have a general idea of what will happen, but the rest is off the cuff. Mostly garbage. I think I’m getting better at being comfortable with the trash.

A draft is so wonderful beneath all the awkward sentiment, flimsy plot, empty characters, and odd pacing. It’s so free to be absolutely anything. It basks in its own awfulness. It’s happily bad.

It’s what I want to be when I start a new hobby.

Miserably mediocre.

I’m getting better. I’m falling in love with my draft.

I’m so excited about what comes next.

Cheers Kat