Listen Said My WIP

I have had writer's slump (my own terminology), I ran away from my wip. I needn't have worried, it found me and told me to face up to it, not to fear it. I must write it and finish, it is my promise to myself and I will let ME down if I don't.
I listened to my wip, twitter away, I baked pies, cleaned the house and still it twittered on the table in its blue tray. I scrubbed the yard, walked the dogs, made Christmas cards and generally avoided writing. Relentlessly my wip argued with me, I was wrong and it was right. It is worth writing, it is a gift to myself, it is alive and kicking. I have no right to bring it to life, tell the world it is going to become something and then to neglect it. I have a duty to my creation, blah, blah, blah it went on, I still ignored it. I had nothing to offer it, no new characters were needed, the storyline was complete and the ending had been written before the book had been started. There was nothing more to give, the thing was dying and I was allowing it to happen.
Monday morning I finished my daily chores and decided to dust the blue tray. Page by page I read the ms, slowly the air circulated around the pages and new life breathed back into it. A weak character had been the problem, he had a strong background but a weak write up. Pen in hand I recreated him, gave him a different job and BINGO, my wip approved. It brushed itself down, patted me on the back and accepted my apology of neglecting it for so long.
Never being one to sulk, it accepted the apology and move forward. Dancing from scene to scene it reformed the new character, jiggled a sentence or two and fell in love with me again. It didn't want to leave my side, it still doesn't, we are happy again, our relationship is still as strong and I am hoping it will remain so for a lifetime. I have promised to find a dust jacket for wip one day, so I will have to fulfill that promise.