I've been playing with Tarot cards since the beginning of the year.  At first, I was diligent about learning the cards, but then I slacked off since the reason I wanted to learn Tarot was to enhance a character in a story.  Well, that story is currently at a standstill, thus I'm not really working with the Tarot except as a daily drawing.
In the first 19 days of December, I've drawn the DEATH card twice.  Now this card doesn't mean death-death, but instead it symbolizes a spiritual death, the closing of a chapter of one's life, moving into the unknown, and changing of direction.  And I have to admit that I've been seriously thinking about how my writing has changed direction.
I started writing romance about seven years ago.  I love the romance genre and read many, many romances, but in my heart I knew I really couldn't write one.  I can't delve into the deep psychological reasons to keep the hero and heroine apart.  To me it always seemed so manipulated when I tried to write it.  I will probably have some form of romance within my stories, but it won't be the focus of them.
I plan to continue writing my urban fantasies, since I like having weird stuff going on in my stories.  And I will try to write a few new picture book stories with more adventures involving Peter the fly.  I think this will keep me occupied for awhile.  It will be hard to bid my local romance chapter adieu, but I think I must if I'm to grow my wings and fly with Peter and my faeries. 
Write on!