Plowing through a manuscript as its creator can be likened at times as being a babe lost in the woods. It isn’t until the theme, the true heart of the creation has been realized before the forest’s creaky trees and underbrush pull back to show the roadsigns and a clear path.

Sometimes, you could be stunned at how far you traveled on the forest path and not even known it – But more importantly – you can see the random deer paths leading nowhere, even if they lead to beautiful groves and waterfalls.

The wondrous part, a beautiful waterfall or grove isn’t locked down to particular plot of ground. As the creator you can move it up by that forest path. But the important part is that path. And who knows, there could better greater scenery up ahead.

And that is my task at hand.