You may belittle horoscopes. As well you probably should because there is no sensible reason to think anything light years away can guide you anywhere in the tiny swath of land that is your life.
All the same, I like my horoscope–and I don’t see why you have to believe something to enjoy it.
Here is my Rob Brezsny horoscope for this week:
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): According to the *Guinness Book of World Records,* the longest love letter in history was written by an Indian man named Harish Kondakkuli. The gushing 143-page message took him over three months to complete. Oddly, it was addressed to an imaginary woman, since there was no one in his life he was actually in love with. I encourage you to consider the possibility of exceeding his achievement in the coming weeks, Libra. You’re at the peak of your ability to express wickedly delicious passions and profoundly tender intentions. There may even be a real person, not an imaginary one, who warrants your extravagant outflow.
I’m hoping this means I can write a wickedly delicious passionate story with profoundly tender intentions… What would that story be about?!
Can a story be a love letter?
Well, this posting every day for the month of May is almost over. Thank goodness.
And so is Story-a-Day. Whew. And while my horoscope suggests I could write a 143 page love letter, I could barely manage a proper paragraph for today’s story. Today’s story is, in fact, not the longest but is the most ridiculous. But it’s done!
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I wrote a story as a love letter. My first real novel was something I wrote for my wife. And she is still it’s biggest advocate.