Last night I made some magical healing moons for my [currently 'way too daunting] Grief Moons project. The purpose of articulating the various forms of grief has always been to have an accompanying page spread articulating healing moons and how the two forms of energy intermingle and learn from each other. Last night I grabbed some cardboard inserts from Mama's special dinner food. I thought I could use the indentations made by the second layer of cans as a cutting guide for creating the moons.
Then I cut them out free land. It was harder than I imagined it would be based on the level of acrylic filler and how stiff it made the paper. I like them imperfect but I need to find a different scissors that can get them somewhere between where they are now and where I personally would never be able to get them without tracing guidelines.
The 12th healing moon is proving elusive. It vanishes and then I find it and then it vanishes again. Perhaps a form of healing I'm in need of understanding more directly before I attempt to give it visual articulation. Am not sure. But it did feel good to move forward in this particular way. It kind of felt like I couldn't move forward with anything else of visual nature until I got more deeply rooted with this specific project.
A glimpse at my coffee table work space. Have been doing irregular but very intensive card readings in an attempt to get past my ongoing sense of wtf-ness. About anything really but over the past two months a lot of my intentional focus has related strongly to my unplanned writing project. I knew the past two weeks were coming about a month ago when I pulled a woozer of a group of cards including the tower for the outcome. Once again - this applied to several areas of my life and general socio-political awareness. But when I saw the Tower I instinctively knew I would experience loss of both fictional life and presumed Vision. Some of the stuff I was writing had 'way too many tapes and wires to keep them all tidily concealed.
Characters of long standing were jettisonned - 4 of my favorites. Because this display of Tower energy coincided with my hard drive dying a slow weird death I had printed out ALL of the files that I considered part of the working draft (which I further consider about two steps lower than everyone else's presumed notion of a first draft) and guess what whoa there were way too many pages for something I was thinking of as two thirds complete.
The pruning was extensive and left me with a solid core of maybe 75 pages. You can see how I felt about that in the marginal scrawl below.
For two days I didn't have access to my laptop and so I labored ever so much over the usable pages. Another problem of long standing was solved just this morning. It's hinted at in the picture above. Ever since I thought of a core portion of this story's plot line I have had a male lead character named Gunther. Who does this? I have been clear from the jump that there was this guy named Gunther and, the more I thought about it, here was his story.
It is not a Gunther sort of story. It's either a Nicolo or a Victor story. Think Victor is going to fit no-longer Gunther's personality better. Nicolo - just objectively as a name - has a completely different form of necessary swagger that would be appropriate for this book only in the form of Carter who, I swear, would find a way to actualize if only for a minute to scare the crap out of me at the mere idea I might change his name.
In other fictional news I gave up two very strong female characters and this bummed me out almost as much as when Elizabeth Warren came in third here in her home state. No lie. Almost as much. But I also added one that was hiding in plain sight. I've enjoyed writing from her point of view. It's a very meta form of approaching everything with a fresh set of eyes.
For the outcome position in my tarot reading I pulled two minor arcana before I got my soul/life card the fool. Can see equally how these three cards are a good match for larger life as well as the world that doesn't exist except oh yes it does.