Somehow I manage to write in a scene with fire into everything that I’ve written. Whether it be something like candles, or a fiery sensation running through my character’s body – there is always some kind of fire.
I attribute this to my fire sign. I’m an Aries, and last month was my birthday month - woo! I’m stubborn and tend to be really hot-headed. I’ve leveled myself out over the years and have become more compassionate than I probably should be. But if angered, I really am a fireball of fury.
The only tattoo that I have is of the Unitarian Universalist symbol – which is a chalice, and yeah, it has a flame on it. I’m still considering finishing off the tattoo with a fiery anklet that wraps around the chalice and my ankle.
And to wrap this whole nonsensical post up, for Christmas, I put a fire pit on my wish list. That’s a weird thing, right? Well, my mother-in-law still got me one, which is fantastic! I don’t own a paper shredder, but I tell you, turning things into ash works just as well – and is much more satisfying. For environmental reasons, I end up recycling most things… but those pesky credit card checks need to disappear... forever. ^__^