A little more than a decade ago I lived in a large collective house in a small college town. There were six full-time inhabitants, a rotating number of medium- to long-term guests, two bathrooms, one landline, no cellphones; at least half of us had long-distance lovers, and all of us had anxious hearts and a strong propensity for gossip. Sound familiar?
Sometimes interpretation happens backwards and you realize you’ve written thousands of words with only a small grasp on something huge. That probably happens less if you’re a true researcher, which I am not, but even they always end up talking about all the next steps and things to investigate further. Let’s just assume that no one gets to the end of a big project feeling like it’s absolutely complete.
Lately we’ve been tweaking the final drafts of the tarot manuscript (and finalizing cover designs – thanks Nazik Dakkach!), and something that’s come up editorially is messaging and themes.
Okaaaaaayyyy so here it is kids, me trying to use the internet again. Last time I had a blog I told two people about it and it was the same with the one before that. It causes me some pain to put my words into the world but that is too bad because Metonymy is about to publish its first book and I wrote it and I want people to read it and use it so I decided I’d better give myself a warm-up.