This is a literary town of varied tribes. Not all angle at authorship. Some publish. Perish (perhaps). Or manipulate materials: paper, typeset, binding. Ambitious all. Years after last seeing him near a bulk bin section, which was years after previous bulk bin encounter, different locale, last week at the write-your-own-bin-number twist tie section of a years hence third encounter, third different bulk section, near where we sat seventeen years ago with a plastic straw left on table between tangled in a knot, a literary acquaintance asks not "what's up," but "has it all configured?" Which jangles. Finally this morning in the shower, a reply: there is no configuring. It's a jigsaw. You, still, are one of those pieces. Your final place doesn't change. Nor the picture. What changes is knowing where in the puzzle or not.
Local incorporation noon chart January 24, 1853:
Taurus 23° 58' rising
Moon 28° 54' Cancer
Mars 5° 13' conjunct Sun 4° 45' Aquarius
Moon by secondary progression 3° 44' Leo
Natal chart:
Progressed Moon 27° 25' Cancer
..conjunct natal Sun (orb 0° 44')