Sex sells?
Here. Or here. Sure. Whatever.
Unrelated:
Off to class. I’ve got to pull together a primer for my version of astrology, it’s just that simple. Only, I’ve got so much swimming around in my head, I don’t think I can get it all out.
So Mr. Mercury is no longer backwards, but that doesn’t mean that it’s not all good, at least, not yet.
The conversation veered off-topic to the nuts-and-bolts of what readers go through.
The deal is, though, what I do, the way I look at a reading, is different from the way I looked at a chart last year. Or the year before, or even, heavens forbid, ten years ago.
One ex-girlfriend once went on and on about being a weather forecaster, as what job cold you be wrong, and still have folks come back again and again?
I still like the weather analogy for astrology, though. It’s not about “this and that will definitely happen,” it’s more about “there’s a chance of rain,” or like Florida? There’s a high probability that the someplace on the eastern coastline, a hurricane will come ashore. Might have already.
So I’m work shopping some ideas. How it turns out?
I’m not sure.
It was an amusing coincidence, I’m really enjoying the texture of the Clerkenwell Tales because astrology is layered into the text, through the characters. And yes, this stuff has been around that long.
