This past week, I decided to read my second draft of The Water Weaver and after doing so, I almost wanted to cry. After two years and a rewrite from absolute scratch, it still wasn’t good enough. I wonder whether I will ever be able to love my writing, but I hope that it will one day be good enough for me to put to rest.
What happens between each draft is that my writing improves. It’s a good thing, even though it means an endless cycle of rewrites from page one.
So, how have I been improving as a writer? Continue reading “Improving As A Writer”