When I first wanted to be a writer, I used to believe that my first efforts at telling stories had to be perfect. That my first piece had to be absolutely up to par, engaging, metaphorical, and that I had to deliver the right story in the most perfect inhuman way imaginable. When those first sketches and drafts weren’t so good–of course they weren’t–I thought that meant I wasn’t supposed to be a writer. It was only later that I understood how the process works. I imagine it must be similar with everything else in life.