A Letter of Apology to My First Draft

A year ago, I completed the first draft of my second novel.  I’m still rewriting it, and while doing so, I had an idea to write it a letter.

Dear Love Love,

Yesterday, you were born.  You were not an easy delivery, for the ink on my laser printer was ready to give out.  I fed thirty sheets of you at a time so I could take out the toner and shake it, to make sure the words on your pages printed solid and streak-free.  I carried you from the output tray to the stack.  I watched you grow.  I picked you up.  You were as warm as a blanket in my hands.  Bound with a long rubber band, you were my hefty, luminous bundle.

[more @ The Nervous Breakdown]

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