So, back in 2011, I wrote an awful book for NaNoWriMo. The storyline is intriguing – it is about a hooker who meets her long-lost father in an unconventional way. But my point of view was all over the place and after an editor ripped it to shreds (which they should have done literally) I put it on the back burner as a lesson in writing reality. I then wrote another book adhering to points of view. That one got really violent and though the idea was different in how everything happened, it was about zombies. *yawn* I feel at this point the zombie thing has been done so many ways, I do not have the creative capacity to put a unique spin on it without taking it to an absurdly dark level.
So, here is my excerpt from the hooker book:
“So, I was with my best client last night. And he told me some really messed up shit. I am thinking I should charge extra for confessions or something. I got so much garbage in my head from tricks and their weeping woes,” Celeste said as she took a sip of coffee and pulled apart the croissant.
Cali nodded. “Same. I feel like, dude, just let me get your disgusting ass off so I can get the hell out of here.”
Celeste laughed. “Cali, I have this client, old enough to be my Pops. And he told me about his daughter he never met and blah blah blah. But what got me was when he described the girl’s mother. I swear, he described my mother.”
“C’mon. That’s nuts! “Cali said with a tinge of shock in her voice. “Your father is probably some two-bit junkie down at 18th and Walnut panhandling with some bullshit, lying-ass sign about being a Vet.”
“Yeah, I always thought that. Or picture him in prison or dead even. But my mom is total trash. We both know that. How was she able to take care of me all those years?”
Cali shifted in her seat. “I don’t know, honey. I am sure there is an explanation. There always is.” She looked at her watch. “Honey, I have to go.” Cali made a sad face.
Celeste’s heart sank. She always hated when Cali left.
“You can’t stay?” Celeste asked.
“No, sugar. But we’ll get together soon. Promise.”
I like to go over my old manuscripts sometime just to see how far I have come with my writing. The book I wrote after this one is better and the one I am finalizing now is better than anything I have written. There are some crazy and funny parts in this book here, but honestly, it is so bad that I couldn’t in good conscience send it to another editor without first breaking it all the way down to the first draft again.
It might shock some people that good writers could write absurdly crappy crap, but that is how we get better. We right utter garbage and rewrite it and then rewrite some more. Any best-selling author today has written their fair share of tree-wasting prose.
So, don’t fret about your first draft. It is the first draft for a reason…