Writing a first draft is very much like watching a Polaroid develop. You can’t–and, in fact, you’re not supposed to–know exactly what the picture is going to look like until it has finished developing.
For years and years, I’ve been trying to fill out this identity as a writer by creating projects for myself, great ideas that never developed into anything greater, mostly because I was not properly equipped–with patience, initiative, discipline, drive–to move forward beyond “idea” status.
What I was too immature, maybe, to understand is that good writing, really good work, flows naturally from life. If I’m patient and sit quietly, watching the details as they develop as Anne Lamott says, like a polaroid, I can create something maybe worth being considered a “work.”
Only time will tell what this picture will reveal.