Aries 11° (March 31)
I have a few questions for my accountant. Like how far back does one need to keep tax information before it is safe to chuck it. Also I need to know what I need to do by when. I have got my receipt work under way which is good. I want to keep moving forward on all of that. I think I will dedicate much of this day to figuring out that process. And then tomorrow I’m going to doing my yoga by nine in the morning and then focus solely on the branding work through the Saturday which will surely be enough time to make a major dent. I think that should be pretty much all I’ll need. My main goal this week is to stay healthy, get a few items in which we need, make hay on that branding project, and otherwise start the process of putting my next book together. We will ultimately find a print partner to work with. I am not going to let the larger world of book writing get me down. I’m not sorry I’m not Chani Nicholas or whatever her name is. I’m sure she’s lovely. But if people want to low-ball us and this is a tactic that is one thing. I have to let this push me in more purely entrepreneurial directions. We can leave doors open. I am getting my mojo back. It might be artificially fueled, but I do think it is possible that this is the answer: the aforementioned entrepreneurial thing, in terms of the books. I need to be the publisher—of books, of products, all under Wheel Atelier, which is a beautiful entity in itself. Obviously we are not doing events. The great thing is that the consultancy is largely virtual in any case. There is a pandemic happening right now. That cannot be understated. Chani Nichols or whatever her name is is probably a fan. Not that I care. I don’t think people realize how much abundance I create just being me, the never-ending residual source. We have so many facets, personifications of diversification.
It will be important that this entry today is not only bulky but potent, too. Language strung together in beautiful ways is beautiful. I forgot the fact for twenty years at least. I remember Marcus, with is pointy blond beard and renard personality, from where? Michigan. Minnesota. Somewhere. I wrote poetry daily in the café he manned, on Hudson Street. I was thirty tops and would wake and bake and head there for a scone and an Americano and he would wait on me and we became friends over time. AIDS was raging. Our apartment on West 12thstreet faced the back which was a direct and proximate view of the back of The Lesbian Gay Bisexual and Transgender Conmunity Center on 13thStreet. I once saw a doctor jerk off a patient. And, as they had parties there on weekends, I saw men having sex in the lighted stairwells on several occasions. It was like a private window onto a pandemic. And here I am living through something scarily new. I am going to withstand it. I am going to accept it. I am going to let it move through me, especially if I contract it. Our agent wrote again. The publisher keeps acting (and speaking in writing to us) as if we are being obtuse or defensive, which we are not. Just make an offer or not. We don’t need to know the effects of your every neuron firing. We will have spinned our wheels for nothing. I can make this book writing jazz pretty damn easy, along with everything else. I really went into the soup last night and today I am feeling a bit under and I cannot afford to feel that way at this particular point in time. We will have to cancel a client which I don’t like to do but I have to stay in bed pretty much. A good a time as any to watch Tiger King. I can’t remember the last time I gave myself a day off. Well, actually, I can: Venice at the end of January, which was not the best time to be in Northern Italy. I feel as if I’ve been on the run from this pandemic since that time because everywhere I went seemed to shut down around me. It was pretty traumatic, something I’m not sure I’ve completely let myself feel.
The following blocks of texs are exceprts from my first year of Blagues, nos. 56-60. I am reading through all my Blagues, five per day, and posting some samples here. Now, in my sixth year of writing this Blague, but the time I get to my seventh, I will have through all the daily Blagues of my first five years. If that’s confusing I apologize:
Actually there was nothing from these five old entries that was personally anecdotal enough to include here.
To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol may at times be one degree higher than the one listed here. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°, for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360 degrees spread over 365/6 days per year—so they nearly, but not exactly, correlate.
Typos happen. I don’t have a proofreader. And I like to just write, post and go!
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