The psychic lady said it...

My favourite little coffee house (the Tango Palace on Queen East) has a psychic come in once a week on Wednesdays. Last week, my friend and I vowed that we would return to have our fortunes told by Lorraine. Tarot (round, cobalt blue cards) and tea leaves.

What did she tell me? Oh, a number of things.

The cards I drew were Withdrawal (coincidence?), Strength and Surrender.

The gist is that not only will I write great thick books, but I will be a successful author (OK -- so the last four reading from psychics over the last two years have all said the same thing. I generally assume they're all blowing smoke up my ass).

She said I need to find a focal point, and create a character I can be excited about, suggesting that I look at historical figures as possible inspiration. To stop thinking so hard. To let it come to me.

She also said I needed to see dentist soon (not that it's news to me, but an interesting thing from a psychic), that there's going to be an "angel" who's going to financially assist me with my writing, and there were a couple of kids coming coming down the pipe at some point. Twins were mentioned... much to my horror (there are twins on my mother's side, though fortunately none on Chris').

Uhhh, what else? She told me that everything was in place, and I was doing exactly what needs to be done. There would be success, and possibly in TV/film if I wanted it.

I think that's it. I'm sure there was more, but damned if I can remember it much.

I'm looking forward to the money part, though. Being po' is ass.