My most beloved Manuscript;
Where have you been all my life? I love you. I love your characters, your plot, your humour. I love me for having the imagination to create you! Working on you will be a joy. I look forward to every minute we're going to spend together.
Welcome to my life.
Thanks so much for showing me the way out that corner I wrote myself into, although if you hadn't insisted on that monkey showing up I wouldn't have been in the corner to begin with.
Let's just let bygones be bygones.
To Whom it May Concern;
I thought we had a deal; I was the boss. What on earth are you doing? The plot is going in an entirely new direction and I don't even recognize some of these characters. And where on earth are you going with this whole 'monkey gets a pet fish' subplot? I feel as if I'm writing in circles. I'll keep going simply because of the memories of the good old days. Golden times. You might want to try throwing me a little gold right now.
It couldn't hurt.
Dear Mr. M;
It's over. I know I said I loved you and I know we've spent a lot of time together; but I'm done. The things about you that used to enchant me now make me nauseous. Your dialogue is forced and your characters are flat. And don't get me started about that stupid monkey and his dancing fish.
It's a sign of inner growth to know when you're trapped in a bad relationship and to be able to extricate yourself from it.
Some time later....
How could I ever have doubted we were meant to be together? I know we've had our rough patches, but no relationship enjoys constant smooth seas. It's been a great ride; a wonderful adventure.
I mean it.
Oh look at the date; Deadline Day!
Don't forget to write.
Crap. Wait! It was a joke...
P.S. You were right about the monkey.