I am! Those around me will tell you I am one of the most superstitious people they know. If I say “knock on wood”, you can rest assured, I will physically knock on wood. When I sit down at a table to eat, the blade of my knife must face away from the plate. I will casually flip it over before my patootie ever hits the chair if it doesn’t. And, my grandmother taught me, if you enter someone’s home, you must leave through the same door, or bad luck will strike.
I do have my limits. I don’t throw salt over my shoulder for fear it will get in my dog’s eyes. But if I see a black cat cross before me, I will turn around and go in the opposite direction.
Triskaidekaphobia defined me perfectly. That is the very real and morbid fear of the number 13. So, it’s ironic that my very first blog for Harlequin American Romance is today, Friday the 13th.
Just to give you an example of the extent of my fear, a few years ago when I finished planting my spring flower beds, I stopped to literally smell the roses. I counted 13 rose bushes. That couldn’t possibly be right. I counted and recounted. How could this happen? I’m more careful than this! In a panic, I called my mother. “I can’t believe I planted 13 rose bushes!” Her response, “What do you want me to do? Drive over there and pick you up so you can get some more?” YES! And she did. I couldn’t trust myself to drive. I already tempted fate by planting 13 bushes. Who knew what would happen if I got behind the wheel of a car.
I have gone to unbelievable extremes to avoid the number 13. Yet somehow, in a bout of extreme exhaustion, I submitted my first manuscript to Harlequin on December 13th. I didn’t realize my error until March 13th, when I received THE CALL from my wonderful editor, Kathleen Scheibling. When I looked back and saw my submission date, I nearly fainted. Could it be the ever evil 13 wasn’t so bad after all? A few days later, when Marin Thomas asked me to blog for American Romance, I was over the moon. She asked me to choose a monthly blog date and low and behold, the 13th was available.
I firmly believe everything happens in threes. Being here, with all of you on Friday, April
13th completed the circle. My
irrational fear is replaced with confidence and positive energy. I know this is sending a fit of laughter
through those who know me best. I would never
even leave my house on Friday the 13th, let alone celebrate the
date. That CALL was one month ago today –
so now every 13th reminds me of what I’ve accomplished so far. And to boot, my first book, tentatively
titled Double Trouble, will be out in the first half of 2013. Too bad they don’t release books on the 13th
of the month.
While I’ve overcome my Triskaidekaphobia, I do have other
superstitions when it comes to writing. My
biggest one…I Love Lucy must be playing on television when I write. I can barely hear it, but it has to be on. If it’s not, I can’t concentrate and I feel
my work won’t be any good.
Yes, I’m quirky, but what writer is perfectly in their right
mind? But I’m also curious – I can’t be
the only one out there with writing superstitions. I’d love to hear about yours.
Happy Friday the 13th