The writing world occasionally refers to writers seeing some of their current work as their baby, and that the babies must be killed. This whole ‘my work is my baby’ attitude has never stuck with me. I don’t have babies, I have skeletons.
My drafts start as bones, a handful of in-the-flow major scenes, some specific ideas regarding structure and that’s it. Then it’s all about layering. Adding muscle to the draft, shaping it and sending it to the tanning salon.