I spent the weekend at a convention in Dearborn and had a magnificent and cleansing experience. Along with attending a fabulous writing workshop with Michelle Belanger and Ellen Dugan that has me itching to write an actual story about something, this included a strong but vague urge to get back into my tarot cards.
For my third NaNoWriMo back in 2011, I wrote a story where my main character had to walk through the Major Arcana to gain her wings in the afterlife and return to Earth as an angel. It was not well thought out, but it was a fun thing to write, and I think I petered out around Judgment (the plot was SO convoluted by then).
But as I’ve been listening to the Art History Babes podcast on Exploring Tarot to psych myself up, a fact caught me and blew my mind: tarot cards were used in Italy in the early Renaissance for playing a game where players were each dealt a random card, and had to make up a poem related to the theme on the card.
I did not know that! How did I not know that? I own a massive amount of decks, and this entirely makes sense to me! It is a freaking revelation. And so, I did a pull with the recommended layout for my deck, and BAM. It’s a plot for that story I’m itching to write.
What kind of story? Not sure yet. But I have some cool things like:
- A protagonist (the signifier)!
- What has it always been like?
- What question is nagging the story now?
- What will the future of that nagging be?
- What’s the best approach for getting from here to there?
- How do others in the plot feel?
- What are the primary challenges to be faced?
- What’s the final outcome?
As I said, mind blown. Based on my pull, I could go Societal or Personal for this.
It could be a Societal “utopia is stagnant and is being taken advantage of by someone who wants to shake up the system, and does the populace view them then as good or bad? Or does their working even escape into public at all, and the whole plot is behind closed doors?” plot.
It could also set up for a Personal “escaping gas-lighting” plot. This wouldn’t be fun for me to write, but it would be damn realistic. Those years felt hopeless at times, and I’m still processing it today.
And who knows? Maybe I’ll write both of them. Maybe those will combine, or intertwine and run simultaneously. I think the possibilities are endless.
For now, it is time for sleep as I ruminate. But tomorrow… I write.
Much love (and I am so freaking glad it’s finally close to spring!) XOXO