Pictured above is the most recent fortune I've received from machine, cookie, live person, or otherwise -- taken from an exceptionally cool and creepy mechanized Seer outside of Market Magic & Novelty Shop in Seattle. The message has been propped up on my desk ever since that fateful afternoon, and is especially valuable now, a few days after sending query letters to several agents for my YA book Weavers.
Needless to say, I am currently pricing amethysts.
I did not, however, put another 50 cents in the slot to be told more. A good call, because the guy after me got something about "being stabbed in the back by a philanderer" which caused sudden weirdness between him and his girlfriend. Seriously.
So Madam X giveth, and Madam X taketh away.
If I'd stuck around all afternoon, I'd probably have an outline for a new novel by now. Instead, I had the sudden urge to rush home and open the mailbox . . which was empty. Apparently even Madam X cannot make the mail come on Sunday.
But questions remain: Will such a letter come? Is Madam X a benevolent fortune teller or a Monkey's Paw/Dr. Terror's House of Horrors fortune teller? More importantly, is Madam X down with Zoltar? Could she somehow turn me back into a 12-year-old boy, and how might that either help or hurt my career as a young adult author?
I'll keep you posted . . .
2 comments:
There is a story here for sure, and it has nothing to do with wishing you were grown-up, getting your wish, and becoming head of a toy company. If I had been you I would have followed that couple back to the car and wrote down everything that was said afterward. It's not stalking if it's in the name of art, right? :}
Miss ya, Jeff! LOLLLLL!!!!!!! Great post!
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