Stepping back he knocks into me, and I, in turn, knock over my beer. I lift my damp sleeve. Already Mephisto is drying the bar and placing a fresh glass for me. Out of the darkness comes a quiet, careful voice. It is someone I don't recognize.
Some writers can manage one draft and produce good work.
I'm a one draft writer usually myself. What you don't see are all of the drafts that usually are written in the mind. Too many people see writing as merely the physical act. I even write as I sleep. So here I am, standing at the bar, wondering whether I should join the fray and risk a bloody nose, or go to bed, shut my eyes, and write . . . .