It’s the morning after my birthday, a mild hangover is approaching as I eat the stodgy pain au chocolat that I bought the day before; for exactly this moment when I’m awake too early, incessantly hungry and not quite sure if I’m actually hungover or still drunk.
So this is a little bit rogue. Me writing to you in such an immediate manner. I usually prepare it days if not weeks before, sitting down with a clear goal, a theme in mind. Or at least this is how I used to do it. Because for the last months I saw myself simply recycling ideas, adding to them, but not really stepping out of my comfort zone. I’d watch myself have a great idea and then discard or worse start a draft and then simply not follow through with it.
In the beginning of September I announced I wanted to change the way I write the Muse Letter. I wanted to write longer essays and research more. I wanted to publish less and therefore have more time for in depth discussions.
I wanted to take a leap, radically change things…