It’s time to begin again
The Muse Letter No. 53
“Rebirth - an idea slips into my mind as I watch the cherry blossoms outside finally in bright pink colour.”
A whole year has passed since I wrote this sentence, the first one of what would be a weekly meditation on anything that would cross my path, emerge from my memory, find it’s way into my finger tips and end up in what you’re reading right now:
The Muse Letter
Then I couldn’t imagine the transformation that would take place over the last year: That I would write and publish a book of essays instead of my novel, that I would start my own publishing press and live on benefits, that I wouldn’t see my family for over a year, wouldn’t leave Edinburgh and for most of it walk small circles around my house.
A lot of things would change, flatmates would move out and move in, furniture be added, plants would die and be ignored for a while, piles of cardboard would overcrowd the kitchen, slow cooking would find it’s way into my cuisine, new friends would be made over the internet and over long walks in the freezing air of the Edinburgh summer/autumn/winter.
Everything is always a lot slower than I anticipate it.