The politician and the general serve the future in one way, the mother serves it in another. You and I as artists serve it too.
For the past few days, once again, I’ve been haunted by a story I’ve been trying to write for about 20 years now. One I have in my head but can’t get down quite right. I take a stab at it every few months and then, not satisfied by the results, walk away only to be haunted again. A disturbance in my soul drawing me back to the page to try again from another direction.
Deep down, I know it is a story that only I am meant to write. I know I’ll keep trying all my life, and any life that may come after, to get it right.
The post linked above speaks to this idea and hit me in a very deep way.