But I can't seem to shut my eyes as tight as I would like.
I can still see all the cracks. Every last cracked and battered shard until there is nothing but the damage.
After hours of thinking, this is what I realized.
i write too many drafts.
it's so much more than just saving now for later.
it's overthinking. overknowing.
it's too much.
and i can't stop myself.
i keep going back and
editing
editing
editing
again and again until my inspiration has become uniform and my former dreams conform to yours.
but then i get scared of what you might think of me and i leave my draft unpublished.
another bit of broken pottery.
so i write another.
and another
and another
until my dashboard is flooded with orange italics and too many unfinished thoughts.
count your drafts. how many do you have, really? is it just one? is it five, or ten, or twenty, or one hundred?
four. four drafts too many.
not today. not this time.
no edits, no overthinking. just writing as i think, thinking as i write.
i am His first draft.
why can't this be mine?
This is me draftless.
Take the plunge and go draftless.

