I had an epiphany the other day.
My second draft is usually worse than my first. (Or, at least, just as bad.) And that's a good thing.
I tend to write a fairly "clean" first draft, but it's stiff, awkward. The second draft is where I am able to dig in and let my freak flag fly.
Of course, right now, I'm working on a ninth draft that I'm having to do that to. I'm not calling it a rewrite. Because I don't want to break down weeping. But I realized that I was polishing all the silver on the Titanic. It was gleaming and yet dull at the same time. Time to toss out the polish and make a bigger mess than I started with.
Also...Still time to enter my Cheapskate Giveaway and win a copy of A Curse Dark as Gold.