Shannon HaleI'm writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
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To write a first draft is to use the tools of your craft to shape your thoughts into words. The goal of writing a first draft is not to enter a finished piece of writing onto the page, but rather to start down that road, gain clarity about the direction you want to take, and then continue on that path. As you write, you may find it helpful to think of yourself as shoveling sand into a box. The box represents a finished work, but before you reach that point, you have to use the tools of your trade to shape your thoughts into words.
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