So, yeah, I'm still officially in first-draft euphoria. I'm at that point when I'm still re-reading the first chapter over and over and loving it. Ha ha. The sad irony is that, of my last three books, the first chapter has survived in exactly none of them. When I do rewrites, more often than not, I start by cutting the first chapter.
But, still, this is the great part. I love this part. I love it when I'm still feeling my way through the story. And I love it when I finally get to a scene I've been imagining for ages, and then even as it's coming out, I pretty much know it'll stay intact because it's exactly what I wanted it to be. Sure, it's rare. Still great. And I'm feeling so protective of these characters -- I'm hoping it's a good sign that I want to make sure I represent them well.
Ah. First draft love. Such a sweet thing.