Channeling my inner trout.

Well, here comes that damned Universe, trying to tell me something again. 

Say what you will about astrology, but I'm slowly realizing I was born a Pisces for a reason. It only took me 62 years. Look at the symbol for The Fish:

Not that one. I can't read, well, whatever that is. What language is that?

Look at this one, which happens to be the constellation:

Two fish, pulling against one another constantly. A perpetual state of yin-yang, yes-no, pushme-pullyou. I could tell you the entire story of my life, or I could just save everyone's time and point to the fishes. Gayle wants A, but gets B. 

Let's have an example: There were two very strong female influences in my life, my mother and HER mother. 

My mother was a passive-aggressive narcissist who wanted me to be soft, sweet, passive, and blameless, but beautiful, brilliant, and talented, too, as long as I didn't REALIZE I was BBT. Her favorite sayings for me came from Proverbs, "Pride goes before destruction, and a haughty spirit before a fall," and Romans, "...for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God."

Then there was my grandmother, who sang on the radio, entertained family and friends, was loved by many, and was fond of telling me, "If you don't toot your own horn, no one else will," and "Don't hide your light under a bushel."

So... I'm supposed to be beautiful but not self-aware and brilliant but self-effacing and talented but retiring and light up the world without broadcasting it. 



I've never really worried about being beautiful (we've had this discussion). I know from my grades at school (and my at-home Jeopardy playing) that I'm at least smart, which is brilliant enough for me. As for talent? As soon as I started writing, I knew I had a talent for words.

Talent can get you started, but you also need the wisdom to develop it. I've taken classes, attended workshops, and tried my best to write a better book each time I sit down at the laptop. I have a writing family (http://writersconference.com/la/), a tribe, whom I think respects me and my work. Their motto is, "Aim for excellence. Settle for exceptional." 

Excellence is always where my rocket launcher is pointed.

But once I have a book release, my mother's Bible verses come out to haunt me. Don't be too proud of your work. Don't think too highly of yourself. You're just a sinner, like everybody else. 

I get right to the edge of shouting, "Hey, look at this book! You gotta have it!"  And instead I whimper, "I kind of like this one. Maybe you should try it."

Not. This. Time.

I love this book, as much as I love my other books, but this time, the world will know it. I'm actually hiring a publicist to help me spread the word about my book, and how much the world should love it. It's a big step, a hot stack of money, and it may not work as well as I'd hoped. But this week, my Free Will Astrology horoscope said:

"A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home." That's from a Coleman Barks' translation of a poem by the 13th-century Islamic scholar and mystic known as Rumi. I regard this epigram as a key theme for you during the next 12 months. You will be invited to shed a host of wishy-washy wishes so as to become strong and smart enough to go in quest of a very few burning, churning yearnings. Are you ready to sacrifice the mediocre in service to the sublime? 

I'm heartened, and ready to sacrifice the mediocre. In fact, I may just build a bonfire and set it aflame. Okay, Universe, I'm listening. When A MORE DEADLY UNION comes out in June, be prepared for the positive, beautiful, brilliant, talented Fish to take the reins. 

Meet my role model, my heroine, my inner Talented Fish.