well, there she is.

the first draft.

12 chapters.

366 pages.

85,923 words.

367,012 times I hit one of these keys.

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‘writing is re-writing’ says my friend j-dub.

which means there’s still a long way to go.

problem is now there’s no going back.

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it was obviously not all written at one time.

some things from my diary,

some from this blog.

some while on a bus

or on a plane

some sitting right here.

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I’ve written in bad moods,

sometimes of out desperation.

there have been happy pages,

and some sad.

a few things I should have probably taken out

but kept in despite what might happen.

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it sounds like a travel book,

but it’s anything but.

a confession, a look-back

some realizations

and then some more.

I’d like to have taken those out,

but need to keep them back in.

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a book.

shabby, mis-spelled, no grammar

but a book nonetheless.

should I find myself unable to fix it,

it’s still a book.

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and that makes me pretty happy.

happy, whilst shitting myself.

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on second thought though,

I might need to change a few of the names.