Being a Scorpio, I've decided, is a detriment to a writer. As a Scorpio myself, I see all the characters in their varied complexity, I see their full histories and desires, I sense all the levels and layers to their lives and stories, and to corral all this, to simplify it and give it a clean, linear path, is very difficult for me. I'm constantly weaving elaborate webs in which I myself get caught.
But then, Sylvia Plath was born the same day as I, and she knew how to distill a complex thought. Dylan Thomas, a lion in my eyes, shares my birth date. Margaret Mitchell managed her complicated story quite well, as did Scorpios Marianne Moore, George Eliot, Robert Louis Stevenson, Bram Stoker, Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Albert Camus, Fyodor Dostoevsky, and the esteemed Margaret Atwood, among others. Anne Sexton, John Keats, and Ezra Pound were Scorpios. And John Irving! I mean, when I think about it, "Garp" couldn't have been written by other than a Scorpio.
I feel better now. If they can/could do it, so can I.
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