It’s just a draft, I remind myself. Again and again. It’s just a draft. It’s not supposed to be good, or perfect. I know that. Everyone knows the first draft isn’t built to be what you present the world. Maybe it’s good, maybe it needs to be entirely redone. I’ve been dueling a new side to this – I have a polished advanced copy of Blue Note that I’ve been using as a mouse pad for the past week, and I have the roughest of drafts for The Last Salamander on my screen. I want perfect words to flow from my fingers, but TLS is still being molded into whatever…