This past week I was working on a rough draft of a one act play for a workshop submission. I had to submit the draft by a certain date, and I wasn't happy with the second part of the play at all.
Now, this is for a workshop. It is meant to be a work in progress and all of that, but why is it still so painful to share rough work with others?
My perspective has always been to work at a piece until it cannot be worked anymore. It's almost easy to submit something polished to a group of peers. Praise follows and egos bloom. It feels like an act of supreme courage to submit something that doesn't work. I feel vulnerable.
I suspect I'm not alone with these feelings.