The cork board with the index cards caught my eye this morning. Why do I still have that up and intact? The index cards have hand written descriptions of the characters in the draft of my novel that I haven't touched in about a year (I think it's closer to two). I got up to get a closer look of what I had put on each card.
Name, physical description, and a few character traits were penciled in, most in lessening degrees. Each was a pretty shallow snapshot of each character. Even reading everything that was described on the most filled card I knew it said very little about each character and not much more was added to the novel draft. I recognized all that after not noticing and/or ignoring this board and all it's index cards for so very long.
I thought I had an idea of who each character was supposed to be and how they should look when I started. I thought I had proven that by putting them up on individual index cards. I know now, that was barely the beginning. That was merely the starting point. It was only point A in an entire alphabet of steps that needed to come after that task. For some silly reason, when I finished my first draft, I thought I was at point X or even Y in the whole writing process. It was the reason I kept thinking I had done so horribly on that draft. I know now I can't judge my own work when it's only at the point A stage. There is so much more work to do to get it where it should be before I need to think about how well or badly I've written.
It's what I have been thinking lately. I have more knowledge of how I can start again and take on point B in this long process of work I need to do. I'm actually looking forward to it now that I have a clearer, in depth picture of what needs to be done. I might have actually learned something in the past year.
Maybe that was my reason I kept that board up and intact. I knew it wasn't done. I have more work to do.

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