Intuition & repeats
Today story.
I’ve got a half-beaten manuscript sitting on the coffee table. It’s a cookbook, an astrology cookbook. That’s what this type of manual is referred to in the trade.
“My sun is in Capricorn, damn, this book says I’m doomed.”
That’s why it’s called a cookbook, you leaf through the text and look up your own definitions. Of course, mine’s a little different. Hit any big bookstore, and there’s a usually a whole shelf full of astrology cookbooks. Kind of hard to come up with something new. I managed to put a new spin on relationships with the first book, but that one took years.
Over lunch at Romeo’s, and a Leo reading, we got to talking about books and the printing process. And the writing process. Which reminded me why I was having such a hard time finishing that cookbook.
Since the first of the year, I’ve done over 100 individual readings. Each one is different. From ten minutes at a fair to two hours over lunch, the length (and price) can vary. So do topics. And that’s the problem with the cookbook, too.
I’ve hit the wall with it. The cookbook version of a reading, a personal chart interpretation, just doesn’t work for me. “No famous Capricorn’s were ever musicians,” from my text files. Work with this humor: Jimmy Buffet, Robert Earl Keen and, of course, Elvis were all Capricorn Sun individuals.
But I depend on intuition too much in a personal reading, and more than a fair sprinkling of that is not so much intuition, but “art,” as I weight various influences, to determine what’s the most important element to discuss.
But intuition doesn’t get transcribed into a book-length manuscript. Therein is the problem.
Ah to hell with this discussion. I worked on upcoming horoscopes because that’s where I really enjoying working. It’s getting harder and harder, though to make sure that there are no repeats. I like a good challenge, and that’s what I’ve etched out thus far, a good challenge for myself.
Rather ephemeral, but then, so is life. Yee-haw.
Crankbait:
It’s no secret that I’m inordinately fond of Piper Sandals footwear. Made by some properly strange folks down in San Antonio, “if the shoe fits…” Not sold in any stores, as far as I know. Rather like me.
Properly weird and not available in stores. Except that the book is available in a local bookstore, but never mind that now.
So anyway, I’d sent my sandals off to get repaired, and they came back just as the weather turned cold. But I’ve had the new sandals on for the last few days, better than new, plus there was a handwritten note from the proprietor, one of those touches that’s just really nice. Customer service the way it should be.
They put new straps on the sandals. So that means I’ve got an extra two or three inches of tough, strap leather, flopping around at the end. I was about to cut it off, when I had an idea. Brilliant idea. That excess strap leather? Looks like a kind of bait I’ve seen before….
The Piper Sandal Strap Lure (patent not yet applied for). I’ve got to work out the details, but I’m thinking, a little strap of leather, an offset hook, and it’s an item.
On certain days, the fish will bite at anything. Might just work.
