February 20, 2017
“Writing is like driving at night in the fog. You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.”
If writing the first draft of a novel is like driving a car at night in the fog then writing the second draft is like traveling that same road in the daylight. But this time, you’re on a Harley, it’s pouring rain and then maybe hailing and you forgot your helmet, the road is washed out in places, there’s a cemetery on your left and a nuclear power plant on your right, and various unidentifiable creatures keep leaping out of the brush.
At least, that’s what it felt like at 5:00 this morning.