The story that has been beating me, that has repeatedly defeated me this week, the bane of my existence because I can't find an ending to it - now I know what to do. In an effort to break my blocks, I go to the one reliable source of chaos in my life - the tarot deck, and whatever card I draw will be the ending to my story.
During lunch at work, I sit at my desk, concentrate, sense the cards insist upon their order in the world, and I draw the Ace of Pentacles reversed, a sign of pleasure at the expense of prudence, ambition without planning, finances scattered to the winds, and immediately I can see how perfect it is as an ending: it's organic, it's real, it'll be downbeat without feeling forced.
Later that night, at home, I sit in front of my computer, the cursor blinking, without a single new word written, no idea how to translate my vision into reality, not even sure why I thought it was such a good idea in the first place.
One year ago: Falling in Love
Two years ago: Drugs are a Drag
Three years ago: The Joys of Adulthood
Four years ago: Lock it Up in the Memory Vault
Nine years ago: 4-12-08 One block this morning in Crown Heights