the things i have put on ice are slowly defrosting | The Muse Letter No. 135
Good morning, and indeed it is a good morning, perhaps a morning of excellence. This is the morning I was pondering this very question, and then as if by magic, though I now know it is not magic, my eyes fell upon your post before any others, before all the email and chatter, before watering the garden. The magic I refer to is not magic, but divine intervention, the call, the shout out that challenges us, beckons us, pleads with us to continue in our push. And with that, I thank you as I return one more time to my closed folder of edited poems.
I spent 18 months writing a single podcast episode. It wasn't perfect. I missed a couple of edits. I said "bear" instead of "boar", but it's the closest to proper excellence I've reached. Getting there was one of the hardest experiences I've ever had. Sometimes chasing the muse is a long slow slog in constant, mizzling rain that leaves you out of breath, sweating and still not quite where you want to be.
Celebrating you and this decision👏🏻