The Manuscript

You start by creating a few words and then a few sentences and then it starts to grow and you nurture it and try your best to make it the best it can be in hopes that it will grow stronger and better and even though you do the best you can do sometimes it refuses to grow, and it’s so frustrating and you force yourself to keep on trying but its so hard that you want to give up, but now you’ve got this thing—this half-formed thing and there’s really no turning back so you do what you must and you keep on working to make this thing grow into something better, something meaningful that will eventually stand on its own and contribute wonderful things to the world and it’s still so hard that it feels impossible to finish but finally you finish and even when you finish, you realize with surprise that it’s not yet complete, so you work on it more and you try to correct the things you’ve done wrong and make this thing that is now its own entity become the best it can be and months, maybe years pass and eventually you realize that it might not be the best it can be but you can’t try anymore and you just have to let it go and hope it survives on its own and grows into something beyond what you’ve created. You have to let it go to see what it becomes.

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4 Responses to “The Manuscript”

  1. david says:

    How do I get a copy?

  2. tmcaimi says:

    Hi Dave! Truth is, I haven’t quite let it go yet. But I think I am close, and of course you are welcome to read it. Would you prefer to read it now or wait until I’ve given it one more polish?

  3. david says:

    I’m totally jazzed about having the opportunity to read it at all, Tara. What ever you’re most comfortable with is best; though I definitly think there’s something fascinating about an artist’s rougher work.

  4. Mary says:

    What a great sentence! I felt honored to read your manuscript, but I’d love to get a copy when you’re all finished (whatever “finished” means).

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