It has felt exceedingly hard to begin. Having the option of delaying the beginning of something is to a large extent a luxurious thing—even so, recognising and repeating this doesn’t seem to make the beginning any easier. And strangely it is sometimes the things you have wanted at longest lengths that are hardest to sit down with, to begin. Why, I wonder, as I sit watching rain disappear into a cold edge of the sea, why is it that when things fall into place in ways I’ve wanted for a long time I seem to go out of my way to avoid them? I wonder, and I watch the rain a bit more.
Thank you Artie, this is very lovely of you to say—the new corners are feeling slightly less new this week which is proving conducive to some better thinking.
Thank you Artie, this is very lovely of you to say—the new corners are feeling slightly less new this week which is proving conducive to some better thinking.