An Apology to my Manuscript
by Michael Mulcahy
Dear Manuscript,
I know what I said. I know. The words of dedication, of undying passion, the rejuvenated energy I planned to bring to the table. And I promise you, I had a plan. I was all but prepared to shower you with raw emotion, spill upon the pages a sweet and elegant array of words that would have you hailing my existence, and bowing down to the very pen that scribbles upon your pages. That New Year's Resolution was quite a doozie, wasn't it?
So, what happened? Well, first......there was this stuff, and then, well, there were some things, and oh, oh! Then there was that event, followed by that spectacle, and I'm pretty sure there was a jamboree after that, and-
Alright. I sense that you sense I'm spewing bull. And you would be correct, manuscript. What can I say? My pile of excuse cards is thin. Actually, it's pretty much non-existent. I was all set to go, pen and paper, me and my mind, about to unleash a carnal fury that would sweep through your pages so fast you'd hardly feel a thing. And, I guess, well.......I just didn't.
Come on, manuscript! You know me! Sometimes my attention just gets taken elsewhere, and it can't be helped. I am a victim in this, I swear! I am simply trapped inside this body, forever fighting the good fight of perseverance! Forever attempting to slice off the ugly head of procrastination!
But dear manuscript, it's only June. That's only halfway into this fine year. And you might say that the hourglass is half empty, but I must state that it is half full! Six more months, that's approximately 180 days, 4320 hours, 259,200 minutes! Can you ever comprehend all the work you and I can achieve in 259,000 minutes! Why, it's astounding! Mind-boggling! Discombobulating, I tell you! You know, I don't want you to get too excited, but you give me 110% effort, and we can probably bang out a second draft as well. See? We can have this thing sold in no time, and then it's all grapes and margaritas out on the beach for us!
I know you're resisting me, resisting all this. I know I hurt you. But the past is in the past. I can change. You and I have something too great to just forget about and ignore. There's a special connection here, we both feel that. You've waited around for me for this long, don't you think you should gut it out for a couple more months, let me really prove my worth to you?
I hope I've convinced you to stick around. We've had some laughs, but I know now that it's time to get serious. And get serious I shall, good friend. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope to be filling your pages with our wonderful story soon.
Sincerely,
Your Favorite Writer
P.S. That other manuscript, the one I worked on ever so briefly in March? I know you heard about it. But trust me when I swear to you, it meant nothing. You're the only one for me.
MICHAEL MULCAHY is a 20-year old student attending Full Sail University, where he majors in Film. An aspiring writer and filmmaker, he currently resides in Winter Park, FL. Contact Michael.
