In the next four days I plan to write twelve thousand words of the first draft of my third Joe Robbins novel, Hill Country Star.
My wife is in NYC with my daughter, and I have a long weekend off from work so there is plenty of time to create the words, but I feel anxious about the goal, doubtful. The first draft contains forty-four thousand words already; however, I have scarcely written a word these last six months. I blame my job, but the truth is I’ve grown lazy.
Ernest Hemingway famously said, “The first draft of anything is sh*t.” My first drafts always fit that description, but without a first draft there can be no second draft, third draft, or twentieth draft. If I work hard enough and long enough on the revisions, eventually the prose will merit reading. So I crave that first draft, and with a bit of luck, in four days I’ll be twelve thousand words closer.
I’ll keep you posted.