An idea hatched and grew.
Page one turned into page eleven
A story with words, full of color and flavor
like the tomato plants my father and I grew last August —
ripe and sweet
bursting with the fresh taste of summer.
An idea hatched and grew.
I brought my twenty-plus page manuscript to my Writer’s Workshop
The professor crossed out, revised, removed
She sucked the taste right out of it
What once was flavorful became flavorless —
robbed and stripped of its essence.
Twenty-something pages turned into only a few —
bland and artificial
like supermarket tomatoes.
Emily daSilva
Gloucester




