I never thought this could happen. Not when I was writing the first issue of
The Muse. Not in my darkest moments, when I couldn't think of a good, solid, interesting topic for Musing of the Moment. Not even early yesterday, when the November issue of
The Muse was supposed to come out. I could not, in my worst nightmares, imagine such a thing.
But it has. The unthinkable, inconceivable has happened. It has actually happened. It's real. And we all need to face that reality.
I have missed my orange Tuesday.
Rather, my orange Tuesday was taken away. Ripped out of my hands by the merciless turn of events this week, by the chaotic breath of chance and serendipity.
Yes, this month's
The Muse was supposed to go out yesterday, the second Tuesday of the month, but it didn't. Some might think it's because of the new wind sweeping this country. Surely, she's packing her bags and flying to some island in the South Pacific, to live off the land and tend to a flock of renegade sheep.
How tempting!
But no. Nothing quite that world-shattering. Nothing but an insane schedule, packed to the hilt with deadlines, logistical details, planning, and preparation for the next six months could possibly cause me to fail to publish.
If you're anywhere near Seattle this weekend, come lose yourself in craft chocolate. And come hear my talk
"The Code of Cacao: Myth, Medicine and Metaphormosis."
As for the election, you know I don't do political commentary.
~ Birgitte
p.s.
The Muse goes out next week when I'm back from Seattle, if the world is still here!
