#theastrologyproject

This inspired me to do a little research into a possible relatively-low risk investment product and put a (very) small amount of capital into testing its market viability. While I don’t think it’s very unconventional, it’s really more of a side hustle than my side hustle, so we’ll see if there’s more money to be made than what’ll buy groceries or pay off the endless stream of bills that comes across my desk. I hope to pull down 100% net profit, but we’ll just have to see how it goes. Problem with capitalism is that if you don’t have capital, you’re on the outside looking in: a consumer, nothing more. 

My writing partner seems to have secured a cash bonus and is talking about a business trip to L.A. soon. Maybe I’m just tired of arguing with him - rare, but possible - but the idea sounds somewhat appealing despite the fact that I still hate Los Angeles/Hollywood. A short trip might be tolerable, however. Maybe even fun.   Heavy work day today: just a TON of extra freelance stuff came in super early this morning, so I was busy trying to clear that. I don’t have a romantic novel in the works, though there is the shell of one I wrote a while back that I never finished. Maybe I’ll crack open some of that old writing and get to work. 

This was good. I wasn’t planning any important conversations, but I had one that I needed to have just to clear the air with someone and, sure enough, the air was cleared (at least for me, at least for now). 

It’s almost 2pm and my calendar is still empty, alas.   That said, I’m in an ok mood and cognizant of the good things in my life today. There’s a new variety of food for my cat, which makes me happy. I managed to sleep in a bit, which was nice. There’s a possible movie deal on the horizon, which I am cautiously optimistic about. What I miss is having someone to share those little things with (well, not the cat food: that’s covered), so the mention of “a beautiful smile” and a “sincere hug” are poignant today.   As far as bubbly times with plenty of laughter... well, I guess I’ll stay cautiously optimistic about that too. 

I’m a writer by profession: I worked a long time to “have a distinctive edge,” though I’ve long distrusted anyone who agrees with me about anything: agreement, for the most part, immediately makes me reconsider my position. My interest in convincing anyone to agree with me is nil.  This is just another horoscope that seems intended to flatter and I’m not interested in flattery or encouragement. Writing - at least as a profession - is less about inspiration than it is about discipline: about sitting down, turning off your brain’s requirement for imagination, and just doing the work. If my writing is inspired by anything at all, it’s frustration and the desire to get my work done so that I can focus my ever-dwindling attention to other, less tiring distractions. 

I did get a small windfall in the form of a payment posting to my bank account this morning: enough to accomplish some projects I’ve been meaning to get done. Not sure if that has to do with Mercury going direct or the bank just doing its job. 

My love life is actually quite quiet these days and, given today’s snowstorm, I can’t imagine it’s going to suddenly increase in volume today. The language here – particularly in the use of “may” – is somewhat non-committal, but also entirely generic. If anything happens, I’ll update, but this one isn’t very compelling, at least for me.