First drafts -- how I hate 'em. Some, I'm sure, find the experience of filling a blank page invigorating. But to me it feels as though I'm being asked to build a mountain ex nihilo and then scale the blasted thing, skinning knees and elbows all the way up as I slip on scree.
But there's this moment that comes every time as I near the last page, the penultimate paragraph, the final sentence. It's like cresting a summit, and there it is, the panorama of the countryside, spread out and glowing as though waiting for you and you alone. Off to the side lies an undeveloped theme that could be brilliant if only it wound through that character over there. The plot slopes nicely, though it gets a little rocky while sliding down into the surrounding setting. It isn't a perfect view. Still, it's yours, and you can now see what needs changing, what can remain as is.
And if you're like me, right about then you may find yourself thinking how the climb doesn't seem to have been that bad after all.
(Picture: CC 2009 by Matteo De Felic)