Dear Pisces, you can choose to aim the new moon’s energy in any direction you please, so use it to grasp any desire you hold dear in your heart. This would be a wish so personal that only you would know what it is. Take steps on and AFTER February 28 toward that dream (you will have ten days in which to plant your seeds.) Chances are, events will be similar to watching speeded-up time-lapse photography - the flower will open its petals, transforming into a beautiful bloom right before your eyes.
I feel at month’s end, the tide will turn very strongly in your favor, and it may seem to you that just about everyone will be beating a path to your door.
Some beautiful thoughts from Nabokov from his book Lectures on Literature. Kind of relates to this thing I wrote a little while ago about writing and magic. He broke it down and explained it so much better than I did and I would like to remember it.
Finally, and above all, a great writer is always a great enchanter, and it is here that we come to the really exciting part when we try to grasp the individual magic of his genius and to study the style, the imagery, the pattern of his novels or poems.
The three facets of the great writer — magic, story, lesson — are prone to blend in one impression of unified and unique radiance, since the magic of art may be present in the very bones of the story, in the very marrow of thought. There are masterpieces of dry, limpid, organized thought which provoke in us an artistic quiver quite as strongly as a novel like Mansfield Park does or as any rich flow of Dickensian sensual imagery. It seems to me that a good formula to test the quality of a novel is, in the long run, a merging of the precision of poetry and the intuition of science. In order to bask in that magic a wise reader reads the book of genius not with his heart, not so much with his brain, but with his spine. It is there that occurs the telltale tingle even though we must keep a little aloof, a little detached when reading. Then with a pleasure which is both sensual and intellectual we shall watch the artist build his castle of cards and watch the castle of cards become a castle of beautiful steel and glass.
What I take from this is the idea that all writers are witches, which is probably a simpleton assumption from all of this, but I don’t care, I love it, it makes me so happy. I want to be a witch of words.