Reading and Writing

Back already? Yes, still working it, being a very good writer, and while thinking of reading, here is a link to a new anthology just launched: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tales-Elsewhere-Sarah-Thomas/dp/1522725628/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1452170228&sr=8-1&keywords=tales+from+elsewhere

There are some wonderful stories in this, and a lot of hard work put into the creation of the book. I love anthologies of short stories, and poetry. Sometimes it takes all our time to catch a spare half hour which is perfect for absorbing a tale or a poem, and let them sit in your mind as you press on with urgent missions or boring tasks…though I’m not really the kind of person who does boring tasks; I let them dissolve and do them in passing minutes on my to or from something else. Actually, I don’t often do mission these days either - my life is mostly horizontal, even when I’m writing…my bed needs me. I don’t care if the desks are neglected and suicidal from the weight of trash piled on them - they will have their day.

Eyes Wide Open

I think I can safely say that that wee devil, Procrastination, has been kicked out of my house…ah, but the act of speaking those words might have jinxed me and invited him back in. No, I’m not having it. He’s gone. I’m working, dieting, writing and organising…and keeping the flat kind-of tidy, finding homes for stuff that has been camping where it should never have been.

There are two books switching between front and back burners: Learning to Read the Tarot, and Tarot Tales - fact/fantasy/spiritual and definitely fiction…each of them holding at least 20k words, at the moment. I had a burst of inspiration the other night that will help re-shape and structure Learning to Read the Tarot so it could be ready for publication on Amazon by the summer.

Tarot tales is an exploration in using tarot cards to create characters and their stories, some of which will be linked and you will see names and places intertwine, star in each other’s sidelines, backgrounds and gossip. There are other projects underway so I can’t make any estimate about when this one will be finished…the fact that I am at it, tidying files and writing/mashing work together/at all is a constant surprise, but it’s all looking good - even to the state of my blogging!

Reading is a big time-spinner for me; I don’t watch TV but have been kidnapped by audio books and often return to the same old stories again and again - this is a habit that is being shattered as I type, even. This year, I will read more of my paper books, more kindle and close my ears - eyes are the windows to the soul, not the ears.

LOST IN THE MACHINE

OMG...What is it with bloody Google? Why is it sooo confusing? Every time I enter it I get lost and never end up with what I want...and it never knows me. A few minutes ago it told me I had no blogs. So I know it's probably all my fault for signing in with different email addresses and then I forget which one even though I've got it all written down somewhere. I've just had to stroll through notebook scribbles but I've found myself again, and written better instructions in a tidier notebook that is devoted to this sort of thing. All this trouble must be because I never know who I am supposed to be and then Google jumps up or pops its head around dark corners and demands I sign in and when I do nothing happens - well nothing I like.

I can't remember what I wanted to write now but I'll settle for abusing Google and add a note of advice to any strollers out there - keep a nice book!

DAILY CARD DRAWS

I began this on a lilt on an optimistic breeze but everything followed the path I normally take, though I enjoyed the enthusiasm at the time.

Using my lovely new Favole Tarot deck in an effort to study it, the artist, the symbolism, and me.

7.12.10

I should mention to anyone reading this that I split this deck because the number cards are just pips, but I kept the courts with the Majors and am using them together as I study.

Also, this deck veers away from the norm and the suits are: Crosses, Masks, Flowers and Butterflies. There is nothing in the details to tell you what suit is what; I guess that the crosses are swords and masks are wands but it’s up in the air as to whether the cups are black roses or butterflies. I feel that the emotion lies with the butterflies, the celebration and tragedy of their short lives – so they should represent the cups. The thorny danger of roses indicates the problems we all have with money – but, it is possible to see the other side of this argument. Don’t we all cry and bleed tears when pricked by the dark side of love? And wouldn’t the petals catch those tears?

The butterfly as a precious and jewelled beast might be an earthy trait, even though it is flighty and creative and everyone loves them; the other terrible truth is that butterflies feed on excrement, and they are here today, gone tomorrow – a life as short as cash-flow.

I spent a while studying the two sets of court cards and have come to the conclusion that the Flowers are the Cups, because the king is wearing a mask, the knave is dressed as a pierrot and the knight has her arms around a statue in a poetic and romantic gesture; they all denote theatre and therefore the arts. Both the queen and the knave have the stem of a rose in their mouths which suggests – a cupping.

- back to the future

I really love the way I leapt onto these cards, and even though I didn't keep up with the readings the practice of deliberately not really using the traditional meanings much and just catching what might be suggested by how the characters were dressed and the juxtaposition of them and the environment, it was a lesson in detailed roaming. Tarot are meant to stimulate and inspire meaning which might lead to decision-making and change, but this is a busman's holiday - I already know most of the answers as to what I need to do to achieve either my goal/dream or contentment… but that wee bugger, Procrastination, is hard to eradicate.

DAILY CARD DRAWS 6&7

7.12.10

The King of Crosses

When I drew cards for my main character this was the one that sat in her future. There must be something significant that I draw him twice in one day.

He is a sexy beast, a blonde heartthrob of the Brad Pitt variety though the lightness of his eyes is scary…and there are three big black spiders at the bottom left corner of the card. This makes me think of the saying that something nasty this way comes – let’s hope there’s not a knock on the door tomorrow that announces a man demanding money with menaces!

There is beauty in this card but I don’t like the authority of the large cross that is hanging free at the front of the card, in a threatening position…and let’s not forget the spiders. No, I don’t like the arrival of this king and I’m glad that I’ll be out all day tomorrow – so if they want me they won’t get me in.

8.12.10

Knight of Crosses

Oh he looks sad. He’s an angel but I’m not sure if he’s a graveyard statue or not because he seems to be wearing real fabric cape/shoulder-wrappings with a huge cross around his neck. It’s funny but I’ve never really thought of the knight and King of Swords as negative but these last two cards have given off that sense of threat, fear and resignation. There are small splashes of blood around but they seem smeared on the card rather than the model – he’s crying blood too.

If this card usually denotes bravery, courage and strength then this young man is just back from the war front, wondering what it was all for, and asking – was it worth it?

The cross is overstated, in your face, and absolutely in the forefront. So what does all this mean to me? Well, I wouldn’t be allowed to go into that on a forum but I think it’s asking me to delve deeper into what makes me tick; what motivates me? What are my ambitions, my morals and my justifications? I demand an essay on that – give me 1,000 words by Monday!

DAILY CARD DRAW 5

6.12.10

Effort has arrived; it pulled me out of bed, very gently, and brought me to the sorting of papers, books, crafty bits and general jumble. The result is a completely cleared desk, shelf and chair in the bedroom…and some Christmas presents wrapped, and a box of silver balls/hearts/stars strung, which are now hanging around the living room bookshelves. Ta-da!

XV111 The Moon

A half-naked young woman is turned away from me, long black hair hanging down her back. She's walking through water in the moonlight, her arms against her chest in a position of fear, and there's something at her back that I can’t make out – I don’t know if she is being prodded out into the lake or not. A white satin garment is loose around her waist and hips, spreading into the water. She has white flowers in her hair and there’s a raven down in the right hand corner, just there, not doing anything. Is she a victim or just a moon-walker? Am I a victim or just spellbound by my own mystery?

When I noticed the water in this card I immediately felt the pressure of exercise forced upon me by myself; I joined the local pool and gym but haven’t gone back nor dipped my toe in the water. If one of The Moon’s meanings is strange encounters then it might be fun to go swimming – but I can’t be bothered with all that washing of the hair and the drying and getting dressed (once a day is plenty) and once a week with the hair is enough! But, only an hour ago I was toying with the idea of cutting my hair so I won’t keep pinning it up and look the same all the time.

Maybe this card has come out to tell me that there is still a long and difficult search to experience and cleaning a desk and a shelf is just not enough. I need to look deeper into my procrastination. What happens when I’ve cleared all the desks and cupboards and tidied all the photographs? That’s when the real work begins and I should just get on with it because it’s not going to go away.

Note:

I am so amazed at how this week has changed my point of view; since I’ve started the daily draw I have accomplished so much. Tonight, I cut my hair into a short bob so I will have to wear it down and look like anything other than the old granny who can’t be bothered. And, I began the rewrite of the novel by having my main character draw three cards to help her make a decision – so many things in just five days.

- back to the future

No, I didn't wear my hair down, all blow-dried into a smart bob: I still pinned it up, and five years later am still pinning it up because I can't bear the heat of it or be bothered with the hanging-in-the-face of it. And, as I said in the previous post, THAT novel is still around but not the one I'm working on now - another re-write. Ah, 'it's life, Jim, but not as we know it'.

DAILY CARD DRAW 4

5.12.10

The Queen of Masks

A beautiful woman walking in a cold moonlit cemetery with winter trees behind her and a frosty mist. She’s wearing a long black dress with long pointed lace sleeves, her red hair blowing back from her movements. The arms of two stone crosses part as she walks between them. She’s holding a mask in her right hand and looking down, lost in dreams; her left arm is held out and perhaps swinging as she walks. I feel her melancholy and boredom emanating from this card; wands should be energetic and inspiring but this is deadly cold instead of the warmth I’d expect. This comes as I am snowed-in. I went out today and wished I didn’t have to go… and don’t plan on going anywhere until Monday morning.

She wears a pentacle pendant and her mask is sharp and devilish which seems completely opposite to her character. Perhaps she isn’t happy in her situation and is forced to play the game. So what does that mean to me? That it’s possible to walk through a freezing cemetery in a flimsy dress and not feel it because your mind is elsewhere thinking of warmer times? Is my mind where it ought to be? No – because I’ve found this forum and can’t keep away from it long enough to get back to my WIP (I’m supposed to be researching and delving deeper into tarot) and begin the re-write. This is making me think about my main character and that perhaps she should be more melancholy, in her lesser-manic moments…and maybe I’ll give her a pentacle pendant and a golden devil mask on a stick.

The Queen of Masks is a woman who is spiritually aware, honourable, warm, loving and practical – me in other words. This woman would not rise to her best form in such an environment and so would naturally look back at what she considers her best times. I match this to how I’ve neglected the plans for my new flat (I moved in two years ago!) and live in a dusty stack of books and art materials, sneezing for all I’m worth, with barely a picture on the walls yet. So, if I’m going to be snowed-in this weekend maybe I should make some headway. Hmmm.

Oh, I totally forgot the question I was asking as I shuffled and chose my card – as it happens it was about the WIP. ‘Will it be successful?’ so, even though I forgot I asked the question I ended up thinking about it and working on the character, a little.

- back to the future

No, I haven't finished THAT wip yet...and can't really remember which one it was! Though I leap from one WIP to another, I'm not abandoning them, just laying them away while I play with a new toy - and I don't throw my toys out of the pram and break them. Novels always do better with time for gestation.