So I was reading this book and the main character's husband had a heart attack and if I was picking up my foreshadowing correctly it didn't look good for the daughter either--so seeing as how my youngest daughter was about to have major dental work done and I'm a fearful believer in the possibility of the worse case scenario-- I stopped reading it.
I was writing a story about these two neighbors and one of them collapses in the elevator and disappears forever into the hospital-- and of course, the real life guy who I pictured as I was writing it and who by the way told me correctly that everything would be fine with my daughter, ended up in the ICU the very next day. So I had to stop writing it.
None of this would bother me if I read or wrote things in which the outcome could be considered remotely positive. But seeing as how my Delia is fine and my Simon is getting better every day, perhaps I'll let art imitate life for a change.
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