I am still typing away at the latest draft of my novel-in-progress, but I’ve got a new story forming in my creative world, too. I’m collecting ideas and sentences in a file folder near my desk. This week, I’ll give the new project a little more time and attention, maybe even experiment with a chapter or two.
That brings me to the thought of first drafts. I’ve had plenty of them. Many have become published works, but there are at least as many stories that never evolved into something worth sharing. The trouble is, you don’t know which way it’s going to go until you’re pretty far into the project. Every first draft is a leap of faith. And leaping is scary.
But leaping can by joyous, too. I love the rush of energy when new words flow from my fingers. I love the way unexpected thoughts and ideas pop up in the process. I love it when the idea from that manila folder on your desk becomes something even better than you imagined.
So, here I go. New year, new project. I’m leaping again.