Moon Spies Are Delicious

It's the last solar eclipse of the year today. It's called an annular eclipse because it's not total; you can see the ring of fire around the moon.

The interesting thing is, it's also the SECOND new moon of the month, which happens once every two or three years. It's called the Dark Moon.

It's also Equinox time. Harvest is over and we're about ready for our next season.

The skies, to me, is the ultimate story teller. There are twists and turns as the heavenly bodies plot their individual paths, making grand gestures and in their way, influencing our lives. We live our seasons through their movements and yet we barely acknowledge their power over us. Barely. ;-) Once in a while, we decide whether a planet is or isn't one.

The funny thing is, I've been writing a story about a woman whose nickname is Hell. She has a virtual reality trainer, who playfully introduced himself as Hades. Hell and Hades in virtual reality. If you remember the story of Hades--he is PLUTO in Roman mythology--he kidnapped Persephone, daughter of Ceres/Demeter, and umm...pretty much seduced her into staying with her. In the myth, she ate a fruit during her stay with him (temptation) and because of that, she couldn't just leave him (gooooood sex). In my story, the VR Hades tempts our kick-ass Hell; I'll leave you to your imagination as to how.



But how strange, huh, that I've been writing all this stuff and then Pluto came into the public awareness because the poor thing was demoted by the lordly scientists. Do you know how significant that change is? All your history books are now WRONG. And there are no longer nine planets!

It occurred to me late last night that I had nine commandos, a world I created about seven years ago, "killing" off four of them and replacing a few in my head. Now there are seven. Along came Hell this year and we now have eight. Crazy, huh? Crazier still: I wrote in "Hades" without really thinking about the deep thematic meaning to the story of Hell's initiation into her new world of spying.

I feel as if I've hit the jackpot of plot revelations. Of all the mythological planetary "gods," Pluto/Hades is the embodiment of dark spy. I ask you, tongue planted firmly in cheek, who among the commandos is the god of death and destruction? Of seduction of sex? Of hidden secrets? And so, so alone?

Yeah, I know. You think I've gone bonkers. Writers always claim they're channeling their characters. I, uh, chanel planets. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

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