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Reading the First Draft of My Novel was More Painful Than Childbirth
Can I get some laughing gas to take the edge off?
Finishing an entire novel made me feel like a rockstar. I walked around with my head held high for days, practicing my autograph for when my book hit it big on Reese’s Book Club list.
I gave my novel some breathing room so I could approach it with fresh eyes. I waited ten weeks before reuniting with my literary masterpiece.
One hundred years wouldn’t have been long enough to prepare me for this.
I was excited to dig in. I knew I’d fall in love with the words I’d written on those pages so long ago. I was confident it would be a quick and enjoyable read and I envisioned only needing one or two more drafts.
HAHAHAHAHAhaHahahahaAHaha
(That maniacal laughter was also a page break)
I cracked open my laptop with a smile splitting my face in half as I began reading my beautiful words.
But then…
What’s happening here?
What the eff?
I wrote this trash?
Dear God, I must shield my eyes from this monstrosity! What was I thinking?!
