I'm not a superstitious sort.
Sure, I have my lucky writing pants and my lucky chair (which is falling apart, but that's a story for another post). And I have a lucky necklace that I wear when I need an extra bit of confidence. But the logical side of my brain knows that these objects merely provide a modicum of comfort. They do not possess supernatural powers, nor do they influence the outcome of events in my life.
Or do they? Dang it, I hope I didn't just jinx myself.
Here's the thing. For the past eight weeks, I've been working on revisions to Midnight Promises. Today, as I polished the last scene, I happened to look down at my page and word count:
I almost fell off my lucky writing chair. What are the odds of having that number as my final word count? And what does it mean?
I'd like to think it's a sign. A sign that something really wonderful will happen. But the truth is, it's just a freakish coincidence, and I shouldn't read too much into it.
I will not get hung up on the numbers. If I need to add thirteen words (a very unlucky number) to my story, I will do it.
And then I'll find a way to delete thirteen others.