Because here’s the big secret. All first drafts suck. That’s what they’re supposed to do. They’re a framework. The bare essentials of your story. The empty walls upon which you must now go back and spread the paint, mount the shelves, and hang the pictures.

You write a shitty first draft of it and you sound it out, and you leave in those lines that ring true and take out the rest. I wish there were an easier, softer way, a shortcut, but this is the nature of most good writing: that you find out things as you go along. Then you go back and rewrite. Remember: no one is reading your first drafts.