The First Draft
Alone, the Authoress sat upon her chair and thought about what next to do. What would she ever do now that she had some things around for her and an environment to call her own? Was there a great plan? Aye.
On her own, she stood up and looked around. Then she took her pen and paper and started writing out her wish. She wanted to see this all formed into one world for now. Someplace that she could really say was her own. And it happened.
Boundaries shaped the waters and the dirt and the air and the rest of what she created. Soon enough, that world was formed. Yes, it was a perfect world. It had the shape of a sphere and it was not too large nor was it too big. It was not too far from the light and it was not too near the light. And for her, with her pen and paper, it happened.
