"Never mind," said my muse. "This often happens. Over-eager is better than overwhelmed. Next time, you will improve."

I did, but my performance was still lackluster.  Gamma plus/beta minus(?).

"Never mind," she said. " Before we can make an assault on the peak, we must conquer the foothills. Slowly does it."

Next time, she didn't bother to hide her yawn.

"Never mind," she said. "Patience is a virtue. Here are some specialist magazines -- read them, and see what can be achieved by the experienced."

"Will I see you again?", I asked.

She pressed my hand, and walked silently away.