notes on a first draft

On July 26th I had the pleasure of writing "the end." Life is a miracle! I sat with the gratifying feeling and savoured it. I did not share it with anyone, because that would only dilute this passion that I wanted to last forever. And now its time to read all 67 pages of this bad girl, without too much judgement, since it is still a child! She doesnt know any better then to be overly dramatic or inconsistent. Of course, she cannot be born and be expected to take care of herself! So with compassion, I read the first draft.