Embracing the Shitty First Draft

I didn’t come up with the idea of the Shitty First Draft, but boy do I find it helpful. (I think I might have read it in a book by Anne Lamott, here’s a great post about her writing advice.)

Here’s how it works:

Option1: I approach a creative project from the perspective of “This must be perfect!”

I’m immediately tense.

“I have to get it just right!! Ahhhhh!”

Often this paralyzing fear keeps me from even beginning a project, which is sad. I believe the world wants creative projects to be born.

Option 2: I approach a creative project from the perspective of “This will be a shitty first draft.”

I’m relaxed, ready for fun.

I know I can always go back and fix the project later, but I can settle into the comfortable low expectations of creating a SFD. *

Currently, pretty much all of my projects are SFDs. I’ve spent many previous years TERRIFIED of putting a comma in the wrong place. And I haven’t ever shown any of my drawings or other artwork in a public way because I’ve been worried it wasn’t “good enough,” or, more accurately, that it wasn’t “Real Art.”

At this point, I don’t care if my art is “Real” or not. (Ultimately, whether art is “real” or not is an existential question on the nature of our perceived reality anyway, right?) My art/writing is mine, I’ve made it, and I feel deeply that it wants to be shared.

This is all to say that if this blog feels piecemeal or unfinished, it is because it is. The whole thing is a Shitty First Draft.

 

 

*I TLA’d Shitty First Draft! SFD FTW!

 

A Body of Work

This post is me, setting an intention for this blog.

“Hello, blog!”

(hi michelle!) <—the blog has a little squeaky voice. Maybe because there aren’t any posts yet.

“I’m putting you together to hold my body of creative work. Or not hold it, but, like, post it on the internet and share it with anyone who wants to read it.”

(uhhh, yeah, that’s what blogs are for. duh.)

“No need to get feisty, please be patient with me.”

(ok, sorry. so you want me to hold your body?)

“No no no, I have human friends for that. I just want you to be a place where I can write about whatever I’m feeling about that week.”

(yeah, that’s fine with me. once again, I’m a blog, I don’t care much what you post on me.)

“Then why am I even talking to you?”

(good question.)

“People probably shouldn’t read this post, it’s really stupid.”

(eh, that’s ok. it’s still a post!)

“You’re right. Onward!”