Why Your First Draft Is Garbage — And Why Every Great Writer Knew It

Here's a dirty secret the publishing industry doesn't advertise on its dust jackets: every masterpiece you've ever loved started as hot garbage. That pristine prose you underlined in Hemingway? He rewrote the ending of A Farewell to Arms 47 times. Forty-seven. When asked what the problem was, he said, "Getting the words right." Not the plot. Not the theme. The words. If the man who defined 20th-century American literature couldn't nail it on the first try, what makes you think your NaNoWriMo draft should be any different?

Let's get uncomfortable for a moment. Your first draft is terrible. Mine is terrible. Donna Tartt's first draft of The Secret History was terrible — and she spent ten years turning it into something that wasn't. The sooner you accept this, the sooner you stop staring at a blinking cursor, paralyzed by the fantasy that real writers produce gold on the first pass. They don't. They produce mud. The gold comes later, from the refining.

Tolstoy rewrote War and Peace — all 1,225 pages of it — seven times. His wife, Sophia, copied the entire manuscript by hand each time because typewriters weren't exactly Amazon Prime deliveries in 1860s Russia. Seven drafts of the longest novel most people pretend to have read. Tolstoy's first version reportedly had a completely different opening, different character arcs, and at one point Pierre Bezukhov was barely in it. Imagine War and Peace without Pierre. That's what a first draft gets you: a book without its own protagonist.

Raymond Carver, the king of minimalism, the guy whose sentences feel like they were carved from stone with a scalpel — his editor, Gordon Lish, sometimes cut 70% of his stories. Seventy percent. Carver would submit a story, and Lish would return it looking like a crime scene, red ink everywhere. "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" was originally twice as long and had a completely different title. The first draft wasn't just rough; it was practically a different piece of literature. The editing process didn't polish the story — it created it.

And that's the thing nobody tells you about the writing process: the first draft isn't writing. It's thinking out loud. It's you, fumbling in the dark, trying to figure out what you actually want to say. Anne Lamott called them "shitty first drafts" in her legendary craft book Bird by Bird, and she wasn't being cute. She meant it literally. The purpose of a first draft is not to be good. Its purpose is to exist. You can't edit a blank page. You can edit garbage.

Consider F. Scott Fitzgerald. The Great Gatsby — arguably the most perfectly constructed American novel — went through massive revisions. Fitzgerald's original title was "Trimalchio in West Egg," which sounds like an Italian restaurant on Long Island. His editor, Maxwell Perkins, essentially talked him out of a mediocre book and into a masterpiece. The first draft had Gatsby's backstory dumped into the opening chapters like a Wikipedia article. Perkins pushed Fitzgerald to scatter it, to create mystery, to let the reader discover Gatsby the way Nick does. That brilliant structural choice? It wasn't in the draft. It was in the editing.

Here's where it gets even more interesting. Research in cognitive psychology actually backs this up. A 2018 study published in Cognitive Science found that creative ideas improve significantly through iterative revision. The brain's initial output tends to rely on obvious associations — clichés, tropes, the first thing that comes to mind. It's only through repeated passes that writers access deeper, more original connections. Your first draft is your brain's lazy answer. The good stuff is buried underneath, and you have to dig for it.

So why do so many aspiring writers treat their first draft like it should be their final one? Because our culture worships the myth of effortless genius. Mozart composing symphonies in his head. Kerouac typing On the Road on a single scroll of paper in three weeks. Except Mozart's manuscripts are full of corrections and crossed-out passages. And Kerouac? He'd been writing and rewriting the material for years before that famous typing marathon. The scroll was a performance, not a process. The real work happened in notebooks, in letters, in drafts nobody talks about because they don't make good legends.

The cult of the first draft is killing more books than bad reviews ever could. I've seen talented writers abandon novels because their first chapter didn't sing. I've watched people rewrite the same opening paragraph forty times before moving to page two, trapped in an editing loop that prevents them from ever finishing anything. This is the perfectionism trap, and it's the deadliest enemy of any creative process. You cannot simultaneously create and critique. These are different brain functions, and trying to do both at once is like pressing the gas and brake pedals at the same time — you go nowhere and burn out your engine.

The professionals know this. Stephen King writes his first drafts with the door closed — no feedback, no second-guessing, no looking back. He gets the whole thing down, lets it sit for six weeks, then opens the door and starts cutting. He aims to trim 10% on every second draft. King has published over 60 novels this way. Whatever you think of his prose, the man finishes books. That's not talent. That's process.

Nabokov, on the other end of the literary spectrum, wrote every sentence of his novels on index cards, shuffling and rearranging them obsessively. Lolita went through years of drafting. He reportedly burned an early version entirely and started over. Even Nabokov — a man who wrote in three languages and could construct sentences that make English professors weep — couldn't get it right the first time. He just had a different system for getting it wrong and then fixing it.

So here's the actionable truth, the thing you can actually take away from this: give yourself permission to write badly. Not as a permanent state, but as a necessary stage. Your first draft is a conversation with yourself about what the story could be. Your second draft is where you start making it what it should be. Your third draft — if you're lucky — is where it becomes what it is. Editing is not a punishment for bad writing. Editing is writing. The draft is just the raw material.

The next time you sit down and produce three pages of what feels like utter nonsense, congratulations. You're doing exactly what Tolstoy did, what Fitzgerald did, what every writer who ever mattered did. The difference between a published author and an aspiring one isn't the quality of their first drafts. It's the willingness to write the second one. And the third. And the seventh. Your garbage draft isn't a failure. It's a foundation. Now stop reading articles about writing and go make some beautiful trash.