In Eli’s room, on top of a pile of school work, I noticed a first version of a short story he wrote for his English class. He categorized the manuscript a “ruff jraft.” Ah, so Eli.
At dinner, I asked the others what they call the first version of things they write.
Grace: a sloppy copy
Lydia: a rough draft (“But I only call it that if I’m sure I’m going to rewrite it.”)
Jimmy: a piece of shit
There you have it.
leaf stitch word 
v.01
Work in progress.
rewrite, is that what I should be doing?
scaffolding.