I read the first draft of my MS and gave myself feedback.
Written feedback.
As if I was writing to someone else.
(It felt like I was– but I write many conversations between my selves).
It was a beautiful gift to write down those initial thoughts.
I read without making notes or writing in corrections.
(I gave in to adding a few commas and marking one particular chapter I enjoyed).
I knew it was important– vital– to read and enjoy. To follow my sacred steps for feedback and begin with only love and appreciation.
And by just enjoying it (and I did! What a spectacularly complete first draft!), I felt curiosity, sensed elements to explore and add: I saw more of the path forward.
And now I have these first love notes written down– I have a compass setting, taken before I or others applied rules, formulae, evaluations.
I’ve saved its wildness and true north.
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