When I write a first draft of a book, I make kind of a production out of it.
This is assuming I get past chapter three, anyway. Before I finish that third chapter, I give myself the freedom to have no plot, just the joy of letting my brain explore a story idea.
But after that third chapter, if I like it? I go into production mode. This means I make a pretend cover and put it in a three-ring binder. And then, as I type each chapter, I print it out, punch holes in the paper with a hole-punch I've had since the 20th Century, and get started.
For the current book, this is the image for the front cover:

Now, it's not the perfect image and this will not be on the actual book cover. Sweet Promise Press has a graphic artist who is doing all the covers for the six-book series. I just like an image to keep me focused. In the past, I've had shirtless male models with long hair (Vikings!), or flashes of paparazzi imagery. I've used longhouses, forest scenes, horses . . .
It varies. But the chick in her boots is the first-draft-cover-image on my binder.
Once the binder is filled with alllll the pages of the first draft, I flip it back to Page One and dig out a pen. 

For some reason, the ink is red, this time. It usually is blue or black or even green. However, the pen closest to the front of my desk drawer was the red one, so . . . I have turned into a trope or something.
The process is to read the draft on paper, mark it up, then return to the draft on the laptop and make the changes permanent-ish. Because after I do that, it is no longer a First Draft. It will be something I'm actually happy with.
At least until it goes to a beta-reader or two. When that happens, I don't even LOOK at a draft of the book. I find something else to do with my life until my manuscript—usually copied and bound at the local office supply store—returns to me in the mail, covered in more ink. Or pencil. Or something.
If I'm lucky, there will be happy faces. :)
And who knows, maybe by then, I'll be writing another first draft!