Comments on: Suckage, Zero Draft, And Bicycles

By: Uppity

Uppity — Sun, 09 Nov 2008 15:31:11 +0000

Wow, I had totally forgotten about bikes with chain brakes! Takes me back. Anyway, I love the idea of calling it a “zero draft.” Much less judgmental than “burn this before anyone reads it” draft, which is how I tended to think of it…until now! And thanks for reminding us that even the best writers write zero drafts. That’s one of those truths I need to have tattooed on my forehead or something.

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NaNo Update: Day 8 « Book-Wyrm-Knits — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 22:36:50 +0000

[...] I must admit, I much prefer Lilith Saintcrow’s thought of calling it a Zero Draft instead of a First Draft. And much though I share her love of “Romancing the Stone,” I [...]

By: Nicole

Nicole — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 18:47:16 +0000

*sigh* Well, if we wanted “easy” I guess we could go flip burgers for a living, or something.

It’s funny how the best pep talks are the ones that aren’t all sweetness and light. They’re the ones with skinned knees and juniper splinters in your arms. (The juniper bushes were the easiest things to run into when I needed to stop my roller skates – I did fine on my bike, but not on skates.)

Thanks!

By: Hagelrat

Hagelrat — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 08:44:53 +0000

Stubborn is good, even with all the bruises.

By: AJ

AJ — Sat, 08 Nov 2008 00:09:47 +0000

I guess I’m crazy because I love writing the zero draft. It’s like giving my mind permission to be NOT PERFECT. As a neurotic over-achiever in school (due to my parents’ vicarious quest for perfection), I was always afraid to do anything that wasn’t up to their lofty standards. Since then, zero drafts have become to me a free pass to splurge with words without stressing over the consequences. There’ll be time later to fix all those literary faux pas, but for now, just spit it out and gave fun with it.

And now back to the glorious act of abandon that is NaNo.

By: E.A. Knight

E.A. Knight — Fri, 07 Nov 2008 22:02:18 +0000

Oh god… the bike thing. I remember that pretty well too. My breaks worked the same way… and my bike was also a pink huffy.

I learned on gravel. So not only did I fall off, get banged up, run into the mail box – that hurt like a… yeah ouch, but I got to dig little rocks out of my flesh every time I fell off.

Though, when you steer into the shoulder of the road, hit huge piles of loose gravel, tip, then you and bike tangle together and slide down the ditch into a pool of standing water? That kinda lives forever in your memory. Yes, I was trying to remember how to stop at the time too.

Ah well… back to my nano draft. Break time over! ^_^