Last week I posted about this incident, where a woman I hadn’t seen in 17 years suddenly showed up at my door within a week of beginning to write about her in a book.
And here I wrote about encountering a suburban bohemian on my street after I began writing about bohemians in suburbia.
Since this seems to be a trend — that what I write seems to unfold in my world and pronto — then it only seems prudent to write of people showing up and giving me huge fantastical sums of money for some creative endeavor.
With the previous sentence, consider it done.
(You might be interested in peeking at this post too: Have you written it down yet, your dream?)
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