But I had to print it off. I had to. There is nothing to compare to the feeling of printing off a first draft, when you are still full of that vibrating energy and there is nothing in the world that would drag you away from the side of that printer watching each page come into miraculous being. Then in the same fever I finished writing it, I read it for the first time all the way through.
I have a rule. I never read more than two paragraphs back into my piece before I pick up writing again. So whenever I print something off for the first time and sit down to read it, that is really and truly the first time I have read it. The only feeling that might compare to seeing a piece print is reading one for the first time and realizing that it was better than you thought.
People always talk about first drafts being crap. I agree completely. First drafts are crap. But they are some of the most beautiful, miraculous crap in the entire cosmos.
God, I love being a writer.
with roses for added effect
(as if it needed any)
And, by the way (since I can't seem to keep myself from bragging about its existence), my short story is called