I have finished the first rewrite on the first act of my fist novel. All those firsts, they just kind of sing disaster, don’t they?
And yet, oh my god. I felt the same rush I did finishing the thing. The first act, about 140 pages, needed a lot of work. It was mainly written back when I had little to no clue. At all. There was infodump! There were scenes with NO conflict! None. Just… here’s an event. And another. And another. They serve no purpose, but… there they are!
Most importantly, though, I was extremely intimidated by doing those rewrites. I just didn’t know if I could make it into anything better.
So, it’s still rough. It’s still a WIP. But it is no longer a piece of crap. It is a shiny, well-polished piece of crap.