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So true about that first draft and after is a fog of drafts. Nothing important, just a discussion on everyone's process :)

What's a draft? Every time I finish another run-through and temporarily fool myself that this is it, the best I could do, maybe a few minor tweaks needed, but this is the one. And then I let people look at it, and very, very quickly realise it's...

It's easy to identify the first draft - that's when I've written something in its entirety but not edited it. The subsequent versions and edits are too unwieldy to identify or quantify as drafts I suppose I could count the number of saved...

Different for each writer. Hard to define.

Hey all, I have a question: What do you count as one draft? For years, I counted "one draft" as one complete MS read through, whether structural changes or something else. Only this morning I decided that's too hard to track (it's always been...

Hi @Marta welcome aboard :) There's a wealth of content here, of all kinds. What interests you the most?

Gravel crunches underfoot as you enter the property. Passing an exuberant border of native grasses, shrubs and trees, the garden opens out into a potager, complete with espaliered fruit trees and a towering cardoon heavy with big purple blooms...

This is an awesome roasting disguised as a setting :cool:

When the glass door slides open, you’re hit in the face with a blast of humidity, heavy with a waft of chlorine. Spread out before you is one long pool, divided into lanes under an arched roof. A line of orange cones hover each lane. The laughs...

That's...a lot of books! Sounds like a cozy place to be

When you walk in the room, the first thing you notice is the fireplace: old; iron surround; copper hood; two women in Greek-style togas admiring it from the tiles that adorn either side. It draws your attention because, though the grate is empty...

I'm heading straight to the second floor. Then a vegan buffet sounds good to me.

Kompleks Karamunsing. A shopping mall with four levels of chaos to get lost in. A ground floor of phones, shoes and gadgets, sometimes cars on the weekend. Take the glass elevator to the labyrinthine first floor for more shoes, but also carpets...

Imagine, if you will, the house of a chronic hoarder, and you will have a close approximation of my writing room. A day bed, whose only occupants for the last few years have been my daughter's discarded dolls and a, for some inexplicable reason...