So I plucked up courage and read the first draft. It was everything I expected it to be: sloppy, solipsistic, boring. But after reading it, I wrote a list of everything I liked about it, and there were FIVE WHOLE THINGS! So much of the story became clearer to me as I read, particularly towards the end. I realised that there were layers and layers to this story.
I also realised that it’s the kind of story that, if it is not done brilliantly, will be dreadful. It is difficult material and I am terrified of fucking it up.
But I’m working on the second draft, nonetheless. Two thousand words today. Having the basic story already worked out, more or less, allows me to have a much more interesting time with the writing.
I hope that I can catch up with my short story writing soon, too. Novels are great but very time consuming.