But as a side note: if you have a good lead on where I could get me one of those trained writer monkeys just leave a comment in the box.
As far as I know, Candace really is the super maven we all know her to be. The true secret to her success is a highly complicated, top secret astrophysics equation: Your butt + Chair = novel. (Don't tell her I spilled the beans)
So now that my first draft is done (an not nearly as craptastic as I thought it would be), I thought I'd share a bit of the darker side of FastDraft. Let's call them the unfortunate side effects that no one warned me about.
1. Your house looks like twenty fraternity guys lives there.
I am embarrassed by this picture, but sometimes the truth hurts. Doing dishes became a secondary function, way down on the list under writing, eating and sleeping. Immediately after taking this picture I had to stop everything and clean because looking at it made me feel dirty.
|My kitchen during fast draft|
|Have you seen my mommy?|
3. Wine calories
During the ten days I was drafting I went through two bottles of wine. I realize that doesn't sound like much to some, but I'm not much of a drinker. Two bottles in less than two weeks would normally mean time to make my reservation at the Betty Ford. My scale does not appreciate my indulgence.
|Looks like there's at least one glass left in that bottle!|
So there were some drawbacks to submersing myself in a manuscript, but the end product (a shiny new first draft) was well worth it!
Anyone else gone through a FastDraft? Any side effects you weren't expecting?