I have submitted my first draft. I am really not happy with it. The person I am writing about is a really interesting character but the story falls flat. It reads like a fluff piece.

I go take some photos to send in with whatever I end up with for my final draft. I hope that he’ll give me a little more to write while I photograph him.

He starts talking. He doesn’t stop. He leaves his heart on my notepad as I try to write without distracting him. Tears are welling in his eyes and I put my pencil down. I feel like a jerk for taking notes while he spills his best and worst moments to me.

He gathers himself together and I pick up the pencil to quickly write what he had said while the pencil was in the grass. It is my job after all.

I need a complete rewrite.