I recently attended a therapy session with Manuscript. It was hard. Tears were shed, pages…well, they just sat there. Overall, it was great progress. I thought I’d share the detailed outline of what happens when you attend counseling with your manuscript.
Counselor: Who’d like to start by telling me why you’re here?
*silence*
Kristy: *cough* I’ll go. *stares in adjacent chair* The easiest way to sum it up is that I feel this relationship is one-sided. I put in all the work, and Manuscript reaps all my rewards.
Counselor: Manuscript? Would you like to respond to that?
Manuscript: *silence*
Kristy: See? It doesn’t even talk to me anymore! We’ve grown apart.
Counselor: Why don’t you tell Manuscript the things that first attracted you to it. It’s important to rekindle the passion.
Kristy: *chews nails* I guess I didn’t really know what I was looking for in a plot until I met Manuscript.
Counselor: Good, good…
Kristy: I thought I’d found something special. Like, the last original plot or something.
Counselor: And then what happened?
Kristy: I don’t know! *glances at Manuscript* I mean, we had an amazing four weeks together during NaNoWriMo. Birds chirped, keyboards typed, caffeine was drunk and I swear, I know it sounds stupid, but I knew this was The One.
Counselor: *shifting in chair* Manuscript, how does it make you feel to hear Kristy talk so passionately about you? Was this NaNoWriMo like that for you too?
Manuscript: *silence*
Kristy: *under breath* “Writer’s blocking ass…”
Counselor: Kristy, let’s not call names. This is a positive environment. *removes glasses. wipes eyelids and places glasses on nose again* Tell me what’s happened after NaNoWriMo. What series of events have brought you to me? I have to say, you’re a very attractive couple and I’d hate to see this go to waste.
Kristy: Yes, we have been told that before. *blushes* I guess it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. After November, we spent some time apart. I needed a breather, had to get back to life. My clothes needed cleaning and I needed to wash my hair. When we met up again, three weeks later, it was like one of those slow-motion movie scenes where we leapt through a field and crashed into one another. Thankfully I’d numbered Manuscript’s pages, so when they went flying everywhere, it wasn’t a big deal.
Then came revisions. *wipes away tear* And look, I know we both knew this was coming from the very beginning! But after ten chapters it was like it was a totally different Manuscript! I thought it was better, you know, that I was improving it. And it just started hating me. I think after picking apart those imperfections I’ve made it feel not good enough.
Counselor: Manuscript, does this sound accurate to you?
Manuscript: *silence*
Counselor: And do you think Manuscript is good enough, Kristy? You did say you thought it was The One. Do you think you can ever feel that way again?
Kristy: *shrugs* Maybe. But it just depends on what Manuscript wants. If it can understand I’m only trying to help it, we wouldn’t have this problem.
Counselor: Okay, I think we need to focus on solutions. Is that okay with everyone?
*Kristy nods* *Manuscript – silence*
Kristy, what do you need from Manuscript?
Kristy: *bites lip* This is a safe environment, right? *Counselor nods* I guess I need Manuscript to be okay when I need time apart. When I need to think. And I guess it wouldn’t hurt if it didn’t refuse my ideas and suddenly not Autosave. I almost think it does it just to spite me.
Counselor: And Manuscript, what do you need from Kristy?
Manuscript: *silence*
Counselor: Okay, well we all have a lot of work to do then. I say we meet in ten days and discuss this further.
Kristy: That’d be perfect. What do you say, Manuscript? Should we give it another try?
Manuscript: *silence*
Kristy: Great! I knew you still loved me!

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