Day 5: The Empress

The Card

Ah, the Empress, arguably the most tranquil card in the bunch.  She's one with nature, motherly and perpetually pregnant, which must suck.  The Empress is all about creation and is the artists' mascot.  She can create as well as she can destroy, just like an artist.  I feel like I should be listening to new age and lighting incense as I type this, but instead I'm listening to Jason DeRulo and smell my Yuengling, which is a different tpye of new age peace.  Anyway, here she is!

Hum it with me, "Ommm"

 

Yes, whenever the Empress appears in a deck, I know immediately you are an artist. Or a mother.  Or pregnant.  Usually you're an artist.  Or in love with an artist. Or other stuff.

 

The Yuengling's doing it's job.

ANYway, there she be, looking all calm and soothing and harvesting wheat aka creativity aka life.  

The coolest thing about the Empress is that as nice and nurturing and calm a woman as she is, she can also be a vindictive bitch when she needs to.  That whole "Oh no you didn't, I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD, I CAN TAKE YOU OUT OF IT" mentality.  

Rock it, Empress.

The Process

 

Again, I say that the Universe had a hand in this tarot pull because it just so happens that my deadline isn't getting any further away because, as it turns out, that's not how time works, and I had to really work on all of my characters' inner Empresses today.  So once again, I have to say THANK YOU, UNIVERSE!

 

You are WELCOME!

Again.

I wrote a two page scene that I'm really happy with and low and below, here is annnn-

Excerpt!

 

HERA

You look like shit

HERMES

I know.

HERA

What have they done to you?

HERMES

Exactly what you wanted to happen.

Isn’t it?

HERA

Did I want you to hurt and bleed and cry and look like hell just spat you out?

Of course not.

HERMES

Bullshit

HERA

Oh please, Hermes. I only want to hurt one person and that’s your father, so stop giving yourself so much credit.

HERMES

Great.

HERA

Don’t you want to know why I’m here?

HERMES

I always thought the end of the world would be so much simpler than this, like ripping a band aid off a wound.  Ouch and then oh, you’re done.  I thought I could just sit here and watch the color fade out of earth and watch the life slip through time until there was nothing left but a blank sheaf of paper.  Until there was nothing left anymore.  I never realized it would be so fucking HARD.  IF IT’S GOING TO END, JUST LET IT END ALREADY.

[HERA goes over to HERMES and comforts him.  She strokes his head in her lap.]

HERA

There, there little one.

There, there.

HERMES

I just want it to stop

Please, please make it end.

HERA

Do you want it to end?

HERMES

I didn’t realize.

HERA

What?

HERMES

That humans are capable of hurting so much.

That humans are capable of feeling. So much.

I feel so much.

HERA

I can make all the hurt go away.

HERMES

Please.  I’ll do anything.

HERA

Good.

It will be over soon. 

All over.

Soon.

 In Conclusion...

 

So it's not technically a play, and neither way the monologue from yesterday, but it's PART of a  HUGE play and therefore it counts.  Like I said before, this isn't really about writing 31 short plays to me, it's about writing new material everyday.  And this play, right now, is the most important piece of writing in my life.  So I want to do all I can to foster it to keep it growing.  Keep it growing at the cost of all else.

 

I'm sorry, is that dramatic?