I think once the piece is written, the magic stays with it. If not, it seems all the great writings, quotes and books from the greatest writers still would have lost their punch long ago, and those works are still spellbinding. But I know what you mean--although I think it refers to starting a piece and not finishing it while the figurative iron is still hot. When you come back to something you started that had such promise and try to re-visit, the energy is often already lost.
I love your musings! Very interesting and perceptive about the eyes. Your writing is so good that I visualize everything, even though I've not witnessed it myself. That is good writing. You have a gift.
The recipe sounds delicious. I never thought of pairing pork chops with radishes. Yum! It's nice to have a garden! One day when I learn to stop killing a flower arrangement or potted plant, I will have a thriving garden and grow my own radishes.
But don’t hold your breath.
For the writer, the energy fades upon completion. For each new reader, essays are evergreen.
Radishes? Didn't see that one coming!
Thanks, Baird — I think that’s right.
I think once the piece is written, the magic stays with it. If not, it seems all the great writings, quotes and books from the greatest writers still would have lost their punch long ago, and those works are still spellbinding. But I know what you mean--although I think it refers to starting a piece and not finishing it while the figurative iron is still hot. When you come back to something you started that had such promise and try to re-visit, the energy is often already lost.
I love your musings! Very interesting and perceptive about the eyes. Your writing is so good that I visualize everything, even though I've not witnessed it myself. That is good writing. You have a gift.
The recipe sounds delicious. I never thought of pairing pork chops with radishes. Yum! It's nice to have a garden! One day when I learn to stop killing a flower arrangement or potted plant, I will have a thriving garden and grow my own radishes.
I love you, my brilliant child.
Thank you for the high praise. And, as for your garden — without any sarcasm, I look forward to the day!