My two year old's new favorite line is "Don't worry about it." Or rather, with the inflection of an old Italian man, "Don't worrrrrrry bout it." (Imagine pudgy little fingers pursed in the air, just daring you to worry bout it). As in, at dinner time - "It's a noodle. Don't worrrrrry bout it." Or "I took my pants off. Don't worrrrrry bout it." When you're not trying to get her out the door in the morning ("I don't want my hat on. Don't worrrrry bout it."), it's pretty funny. :)
I'm going about my writing with much the same carefree attitude. Well, wait. I should amend that, since I am probably too Type A for that to be true. Let's just say that this time, I am letting my first draft actually be a first draft, without fine-toothed-combing every darn sentence in an effort toward literary Mecca. Because I never get to Mecca, I'm the guy who gets trampled in the stampede, and nobody likes being that guy.
Many times before, I just wrote myself right out of steam. I perfected the first chapter so much that I didn't feel like writing the rest of the darn book. And I knew I should be saving that crazitude for revisions, but I just wasn't cool with letting go and fixing it later.
I can't say that I've had any stunning revelation about writing or revision that has changed my ways, but if you've read any of my other posts, you know that my New Year's Resolution (which I never usually make) was to get serious, work on it, have fun, no pressure, if it's collapsing, back off and rework. My entire approach has been different (I started in the middle), and this time, for whatever reason, I am actually writing a first drafty first draft. I'm thinking things like, "I'm not sure if I like that line," and shrugging, and writing on. I know I'll come back to it in Round 2, Me vs. First Draft. And the joy of writing has been like reuniting with an old flame. (If I weren't married. And had an old flame I actually... ok, nevermind.)
So tell me about your first drafts. Have you always been able to just.... go?