Being happy with the bad

I'm still sick.

I feel better than I did the other day but I don't feel good enough to go back to work yet. I'm hoping, if I relax, watch TV (Castle marathon on TNT right now, btw), and do a little drawing by tomorrow morning my body will have recovered enough from this beating this flu or whatever has given it to let me go back to work.

Another thing I've done, while I'm not vegging out, is reread parts of my first draft of The Sorcerer's Daughter,  and I came to a weird conclusion about it.

I'm happy with it. Even the parts that need work.

Normally, when I reread a work-in-progress and encounter something that doesn't quite jibe I try to fix it right then. It drives me crazy. I know that's why we write multiple drafts, and I need to just concentrate on telling the whole story first before I go in and start adjusting things. But, usually, I can't resist tweaking, rewriting, and making other changes to it before I'm completely done with the draft.

I don't seem to be having that problem here. There are a few places that need another look, a couple of things that need to be rethought, a couple of places where it just does not work.

But I don't care. I'll go in a fix it later--I'm confident about that. I have no idea what I'm going to do about a couple of areas but I'm sure I'll come up with something that works.

I'm guessing this is a good sign. I'm enjoying the story so far, not really worrying too much about where it's going to go next--I have an overall plot but I'm letting the details work themselves out as I come to them.

I feel good about it. I feel positive about it. This is a good story. It's one that people will want to read.

I feel that confident about it.