Today at work, I was getting a Diet Coke from the vending machine and I thought of a series of YA books that would be fun to read and write and all that business. A girl for each sign. I wouldn’t make any of them cusp signs, because that would be convoluted and boring and yawn.
The Aquarius girl pickets corporations in her town that dump toxic waste into blue, blue rivers. Her lightning-fast mind is almost extra-terrestrial, and she wears mismatched polka dot and striped leg warmers even in the summer. Weirdo.
The Cancer girl would feel homesick at summer camp, missing her mother’s oatmeal raisin cookies and her lush green backyard, until finally learning to carry home tucked in her pocket instead of on her sleeve.
Pisces is a girl who loves her friends but cries at night when they don’t call or facebook or go to the mall without her. Sometimes she stays at home writing lyrical, sparse poems in a scented silk teal notebook (made in India – she fancies being a world traveler one day).
More later maybe.