Despite my dad's assurances i was strangely nervous my stomach tight ever since we'd hung up. Maybe deb had picked up on this and it was why she'd pretty much talked nonstop since i'd approached her and asked for a ride. I'd barely had time to explain the situation before she had launched into a dozen stories to illustrate the point that things happened but people were okay in the end.
I am a technophile, so there is no such thing as a first draft. the first draft plunges on, and about a quarter of the way through it i realise i'm doing things wrong, so i start rewriting it. what you call the first draft becomes rather like a caterpillar; it is progressing fairly slowly, but there is movement up and down its whole length, the whole story is being changed. i call this draft zero, telling myself how the story is supposed to go.