Luck ’o the Irish
Apparently the Luck 'o the Irish didn’t originate in Ireland, but here in the United States. I know that’s a true statement because I did a Google search about it and came up with a random web site that told me that.
Them Lucky Bastards
Joe is Irish, you know. Too bad he’s not Scottish. Then he’d be a Scottish-Korean.
I’ve 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 she’s a relatively obscure actress.
But sometimes luck can be misinterpreted for good old fashioned hard work. “Being at the right place at the right time” 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 “If you build it, they will come” comes to my mind.
Then there are people that you’d 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 “Shoulda made better choices in life” 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 doesn’t go his way. Except you’d probably miss, and he’d laugh at you as he’s calling the police, and then you’d get arrested for aggravated assault anyway because he’s related to the police commissioner, and then you’d 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 you’re parole would be denied, so you’d 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 I’m on the Intercoastal Waterway. (BRB while I redecorate my entire house to be Feng Shui.)
I guess I’m right. If you build it, they will come. Or, rather, if I think it, it will happen.
I am participating in the Supernatural Giveaway! And don’t forget about last newsletter’s giveaway, It’s a Complete Mystery. All the books on both giveaways are free. I entered my short story, “Charlotte Watson and the Missing Bullet.”
I’m 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 he’s helping me in writing my novel, code named Scorned. The book is a legal crime thriller, but with no hauntings unless you count your husband’s ex-wife that won’t 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. I’ll let you know what her account is in four years once I figure Tik Tok out.