Your Process Isn’t Sacred
When I started my Creative Writing degree, I was a bit of a perfectionist. I’d write, rewrite, tweak, fiddle, throw it all away, write it again, etc. until I would, finally, feel comfortable turning in a piece for class critique. I’d hand it over proudly, certain that I’d squashed every typo, found every kink in the wording, resolved (or purposefully unresolved) loose ends in the story.
Then the week of my critique would come around and, in a single hour, I’d hear...