Guess what? I’m sitting at my favorite coffee shop working. I just reread my scene where my characters are digging in this graveyard to find an ancient pendulum that will guide them in the origins of my main character’s curse.
But, this is the weirdest thing. There is this girl here (I’m spying on her right now!). She is sitting at the coffee counter talking so loudly about using a pendulum to guide her entire life. She is a living character from my book. It’s like she stepped out of my computer and met me here. She even looks like a character!
What are the chances of that?
I was sitting at this same coffee shop three years ago when I finished the first draft of this story for the National Novel Writing Month. I did the NaNoWriMo after hearing about it from the author, Anne Sibley O’Brien. I spent the whole month randomly yelling her name into to the writing gods. Anne Sibley O’Brien! It was a very satisfying way to get through fifty thousand words. I mean really, it was her idea! She’s the one that planted the kernel of craziness. On the very last day of the month, I was putting the finishing touches on my last three thousand words and she walked into Arabica. Let’s get this straight, I don’t bump into her very often. There she was!
I wonder if these things are signs. I wonder if people who have faith in the creative gods need these things to plug on? If not, we are just crazy.