Mater

I’m like the cat who got the cream - smiling from one non-existent year to the other. Something seems to be happening at long last and I’m exited!

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Anna has made a start on my manuscript. I know, unbelievable, isn’t it? I couldn’t quite believe it myself, despite the strong vibes, so I took a peek over her shoulder - and sure enough - it was definitely my mouth she was putting words into. It’s a pity she has yet to name me. But I’ll deal with that again. Give her time to think.

I have to admit that I was a bit confused at first. What she was writing didn’t reflect my immaturity at the beginning of the story - not the story as I know it anyway. But I think I get now. I think she is writing my character as I am now, allowing me to speak as an introduction to my story. Well, it’s better than nothing, isn’t it? Not quite page one of chapter one, but still a beginning. And it does show that she hasn’t dismissed me completely, that I still have some worth in her eyes. It looks as though she is willing to move forward and I hope that it’s not just a token page to keep me quiet.

It takes quite a bit to keep me quiet, as you may have noticed (blame Anna; she gave me a voice!). This isn’t my first round of trying to harass Anna into finishing what she started, but I hope it will be the last. She’s scribbling now, as I speak. Never keeps her mind on one thing at a time and gets into a knot when too much happens at once - even though it’s of her own making. Sometimes I just don’t understand her. Actually, that’s most of the time.

Perhaps that’s what stopped her in her tracks - too much information at once. Too many topics covered, too much to take in. She did quite a lot of research, you know, at the time. Probably mostly obsolete now, so she’ll have to start again - and make sure that whatever she makes me say or go through, counts. I don’t want to be one of those chatterboxes who talks a lot but says nothing. You get my drift.

Now that’s she’s resumed my story, I’m getting a bit worried in case she starts using the delete button too often. What if she deletes what it is that makes me who I am? How can I stop her? I can hardly whisper in her ear, can I? Somehow I will have to make my mind one with hers so that I can keep a tab on what she’s doing - and stop her doing it! Easier said than done, I can tell you. I have tried it before and it didn’t work then. What if it doesn’t work this time? What if I fail? I have a feeling there won’t be any more chances. This time it will have to work. I don’t envy her all that research ahead though, but I’ll do my best to help (I will!). She’s got to finish what she’s started. But there might just be a rough ride ahead, so I’m belting up. In more ways than one!