Tomorrow marks the one-month interval since I desk-drawered my latest WIP. I wrote it quickly, several thousand words a day sometimes, including some significant revisions along the way. When I open the oversized FedEx envelope, y’know the ones that feel like they been glossed with pig fat, I wonder what I’ll find.
Apparently, there is a writing method called Fast Drafting that’s now en vogue. As far as I can tell, it entails slamming through a draft without stopping to revise, writing your way out of any corners your speedy narrative flow gets you into. I did the same thing when I wrote my second and third novels, which are on a disc somewhere gathering electrons. Considering how many fundamental revisions I had to work through to even make the novels readable, much less saleable (I never submitted them to a publisher), I think I’ll take a pass on Fast Draft.
I still write fast. But I reserve the right to stop and retrace my steps when currents go awry and lose the name of action.