In honor of Friday the 13th, here’s one of mine:
If I don’t get up early every single morning, if I don’t write every single day, if I spend a night hanging out with a friend, if I skip a day because I’m tired, if I watch too much TV, if I can’t get up the energy to write after work, if I want to lie down on the couch and do absolutely nothing, if I keep working full-time, if I don’t take risks, if I keep making excuses, if I keep saying if, I’ll never make it as a writer, never.
My superstition is made up of the impossible. I think it might be driving me batty. Just to blow it all off, I swear I’m walking under a ladder today.
p.s. I take that back about the ladder. I might be ready to change my ways, but I’m not crazy!