One serving of Juice:
My mother stood at the counter with a salad bowl in one hand and a towel in the other as she danced to her favorite Salsa music. She set the towel down and tossed the salad with her hands as she danced. Tomatoes, cucumbers, bell peppers, avacado. Delicious.
So what is this first draft? Let's look at the recipe first. It is a sprig of horrible. A dash of frustration. A life jacket labeled, "I hope you can do it," with all that comes the magic of jumping into revisions...but not yet. First comes pity, self loathing...and eventually a Puño of "Aha I know how to fix it!"
First drafts are all about love. Let the mess begin...
Happy writing over the weekend friends!