I quit my salary job to become a published writer and today I got the manuscript for my book The Jasper.
It's only the first draft of the book, so I gave a few copies out to people I trust to give me honest, constructive criticism and I kept one copy for myself to edit.
I'm so filled with excitement to see the finished product finally, and I grab my red pen to fix any mistakes I may have missed.
I realize this is a steaming pile of incoherent crap. I can't believe I let other people see this and I've fallen into a pit of self-depreciation.
First draft realizations: this is going to be a completely different book by the second draft, and I haven't even tackled the grammatical errors yet.
The only silver lining is knowing that this is the way first drafts are supposed to go.