Okay, so my boy kidlet takes piano lessons. He's pretty good. But he's got this weird thing. When he sits down to play, he gets frustrated when it's not perfect the first time. When he has to go back and back (and back) and practice certain parts.
So the other day, I was in the kitchen while he was practicing. And he was frustrated and muttering to himself. (Don't know where he gets that!) And I said, "You practice to get it right. You can't expect to sit down and have it be perfect the first time."
He said, "I know."
And then I dropped the stupid pan I was washing because I'd just learned the gospel truth about writing.
You can't expect to sit down and have it be perfect the first time. It takes practice.
Then I went to my live crit group, and one of the girls talked about practicing. It was like a profound moment. Because it's so true. I've penned a lot of novels--I won't tell you how many because it's quite embarrassing.
Only 3 of them are worth working on. Perfecting. The others? Just practice.
And you know what? That's okay. THAT'S OKAY. Through practice, we get better.
What do you think? Do you have "practice" novels? Do you allow yourself to write, knowing it's just for practice?