Day 6: The 6 of Pentacles

The Card

You read that right. 
On Day 6, I pulled
A SIX. 
I might be a little more excited than you.
I was all GASP NO WAY because right before I shuffled I literally thought to myself "Gee, I hope that I pull a card that's the same number as the day at some point during this crazy thang because that would be swell" and then I did and I was like YO, YOU GOTTA CUT THE CRAP UNIVERSE, YOU BE SCARING ME NOW and the Universe was all

You know you love it

And I was all Yeah I do, whatever why you gotta know me so well whateverrrr.

Anywho, here's what an amazing 6 of Pentacles looks like:

So I'm just uber excited that a 6 showed itself on the 6th because 6's are AMAZE-BALLS.  They are like the most creative card in the entire deck.  And I was all AWESOME it's going to be a creative day and it was like crazy.  A little bit more about that later....

Something you'll notice, aka Fun Obvious Tarot Fact #139843, There are 6 pentacles in the picture.  I know right gasp omg etc you never saw it coming, moving on-

More specifically about the 6 of Pentacles...whenever pentacles show themselves to me, I know that it has something to do with work and money and finances and blah blah blah but this card is extremely charitable.  It's basically the fairy being like "I have collected enough food for myself, here, have this berry and also this pentacle that you are stealing from my clothes, go ahead and take it for I am good and charitable and financially secure".  Unless it's upside down, that means you're broke as a motherfluffer.  Which is fine, aren't we all, it's not about the money it's about the love in your blah blah blah.

 I'm rich in spirit!

Then I'm actually rich.

Which is better

Anywho,

Six of Pentacles!  Charity!  YEAH BOI!

The Process

I was so hardcore psyched to get to writing, it was ridiculous.  I was like Imma write so hardcore and for so long and it's going to be the most amazing thing ever because of the creative card and the creative energies floating through the universe and then

I couldn't write anything. 

No seriously, I couldn't write anything for hours.

Well, no, I wrote some stuff, little snips and snaps of dialogue that wasn't taking me anywhere, wasn't going anywhere.  I was so psyched that I had psyched myself out.  

Total whomp whomp moment.

But I kept the pen moving.  I kept scarring the paper with craptastic lines about crap and garbage and I just kept going and going and pushing and finally, when I was up against the wall with no where else to turn to

I climbed the wall.

Here's an Excerpt

[A cemetery.  There are about 5 graves, all sitting in a row.  They are decorated with flowers, crosses, saint cards, rosaries, etc.  One of them is absolutely covered with flowers, cigarette butts and beer cans.  The one on the end has nothing.  It is a new grave, freshly buried.

A GIRL enters.  She wears an overcoat and gloves.

She walks to the new grave and kneels.  She takes off her gloves, one by one.  Sits down.  Places her hand on the grave]

GIRL

Can you feel that?

[She slowly lies down ontop of the grave, spreading her arms out as though she is hugging it]

GIRL

Can you feel that?

Can you?

[She lies with her ear on the grave, as though listening]

GIRL

I’m listening.

If you wanted to tell me.

I mean there’s no reason. You’d want to

But still

[She pats the ground as she’s lying down]

GIRL

Can you feel this?

I want to say I’m sorry.  But I want you to hear me.

I want to say I’m sorry.  But not until I know you can hear me.

I would’ve brought you flowers but.  It’s cold out.  Today.

.

.

.

I miss your Rudolph nose.  The cold’s not as warm without you.

Can you hear me?

.

.

Can you?

[She leans down, whispers to the dirt]

GIRL

Tulips.  In the Spring, I will bring you tulips

[She kisses the dirt]

 

In Conclusion

Yay, manic playwriting! I mean, there are moments like that, but you just have to break through them.  I think I was judging the piece too much, every piece I was attempting to write, even before it was written.  Common.  I was too excited.  But when that dam broke, holy crap it's the best feeling.  Having all the words rush out.  It's moments like that I really believe that magic exists.

And one more thing - 

Fellow blogger and playwright extraordinaire interviewed me!  SUCH an exciting thing!  You can read it here! It really  is an honor to be a part of that series, there are so many playwrights who are my absolute idols and his blog has been a real inspiration to me for the past few years, so it was really a dream come true moment.  

Until tomorrow!

=D