Apparently the Luck o’ the Irish didnโt originate in Ireland, but here in the United States. I know thatโs a true statement because I did a Google search about it and came up with a random web site that told me that.
Iโve always thought that luck was a misnomer. I mean, some of us are very lucky. Like, the people who win the lottery or get the leading role in a huge box office hit even though sheโs a relatively obscure actress.
But sometimes luck can be misinterpreted for good old fashioned hard work. โBeing at the right place at the right timeโ for example. Usually one is at the right place at the right time because that person made it happen. I also think that being in the right place has a lot to do with what you are thinking about. So, say, if you want to write a book, you will meet someone who writes books and can help you out. The adage โIf you build it, they will comeโ comes to my mind.
Then there are people that youโd seriously consider committing aggravated assault in exchange for serving 50 years in prison. Because everything seems to go their way. Here you are, rolling along the roller coaster of life, with its ups and its downs and sometimes its twisty twists.
And then you meet someone who never had to struggle for anything. The worst part is that this person has an obnoxious, flippant attitude toward anyone who has regular life problems. He says โShoulda made better choices in lifeโ or something equally irritating to minimalize your roller coaster ride. And you just want to punch him in the face. Mostly so he can experience something that doesnโt go his way. Except youโd probably miss, and heโd laugh at you as heโs calling the police, and then youโd get arrested for aggravated assault anyway because heโs related to the police commissioner, and then youโd go to jail for absolutely nothing because he still would tell you that you shoulda made better choices in life, i.e. not try to punch him in the face, and when you are up for your parole hearing in 25 years, he would testify that you shoulda made better choices in life and youโre parole would be denied, so youโd serve out your 50 years for missing some lucky bastard.
As it turns out, though, you can create more luck. Again, I know this because I did a Google search about it and came up with a random web site that told me that. I do, however, wonder if thinking about being lucky makes being lucky a reality. So instead of thinking I am on the Great Bear, I think that Iโm on the Intercoastal Waterway. (BRB while I redecorate my entire house to be Feng Shui.)
I guess Iโm right. If you build it, they will come. Or, rather, if I think it, it will happen.
Lucky me.
Happenings
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I am participating in the Supernatural Giveaway! And donโt forget about last newsletterโs giveaway, Itโs a Complete Mystery. All the books on both giveaways are free. I entered my short story, โCharlotte Watson and the Missing Bullet.โ
Iโm reading Walk in My Combat Boots: True Stories from America’s Bravest Warriors this week. First, as many of my readers know, I do a bit of volunteering for veterans and active service members.
But I started reading this book because Chris Mooney is my thesis director. And heโs helping me in writing my novel, code named Scorned. The book is a legal crime thriller, but with no hauntings unless you count your husbandโs ex-wife that wonโt GTF away. At any rate, I feel so blessed to have a New York Times bestselling author as my thesis director. Please check out his book.
Speaking of Irish and speaking of Instagram, my good friend Ceara is superbly funny. You can catch her on her Instagram account. (I managed to spell her name right today!) I know she has a Tik Tok as well. Iโll let you know what her account is in four years once I figure Tik Tok out.