roughdraft
the cat and mouse game it played, sitting on the warm wrought iron bench under the intense sun, the itch felt like a little tickle reaching across my left shoulder.
With my right arm I scratch the subtle itch that intermittently come and go. It was the feeling of a hairy leggy thing under my fingernails, and upon further inspection, when all hell broke loose.
Reading with excitement nearing the end she gripped the book as if it contained her last breath of air. What would happen. She would have to wait until her author wrote another installment chronicling her fall from grace.
This first edition is an installment on the first day of my writing life. Later editions will become more detailed as time evolves. I sort of look at editions as chapters added to chapters upon layers of experience to complete several editions, or bodies of work. Each editon is like an era or monumental life changer but later editons can supersede or override later additons.