I always thought my first published book was going to be some epic Fantasy novel – one with dragons and magic and swords. (Think Game of Thrones but make it Black.) My debut book, however, is a collection of poems, entitled Crossroads. My younger self would be shocked, but also oh so proud.
The first draft: the bare bones of the book; the scaffolding before the building. It’s probably filled with errors and not to mention plot holes aplenty. But it’s also so much more.