Forgotten Fields

I am now in that phase of composition where I have developed many variations of the two “A Rhebok!” verses, and have started weeding out the least compelling versions of the lines. It is a task requiring patience (as one carefully picks through what one has written), courage (as one identifies what is inferior) and discernment (as one selects what is promising). It can also be daunting—what if, for example, one rejects a variation one later discovers was good? This is all part of the beautiful uncertainty that is the artistic process and the painful joy of time well wasted.