I’m sitting at my laptop killing ideas. I do so because nothing seems good enough right now to start off this week’s Muse Letter. You don’t know this but you’re reading – I think this is my fifth or sixth try – and if you’re lucky this will actually be the thing that you are reading right now. Or not. In case I find it to trivial to break the fourth wall of my internet drama.
I wanted this essay to be about “serendipity” meaning if you’re not familiar with the word: the occurrence of an unplanned fortunate discovery.
Because the idea fascinates me and helps me creatively and I wanted to pass that on to you but now I’m not sure how to go on about it. How to explain what I’m actually doing when I’m trying not to control things too much, hence the unplanned–ness of this essay. When I’m waiting for the words to come out, for the thoughts to form sentences to make a connection with you, to create a coherent piece but I’m finding it difficult to let go of preconceptions and …