December 10th, 2005

Superstitious writers nonsense

Writers tend to have their own peculiar rituals and lucky charms; given the often-fickle nature of our vocation, it's no surprise. Hey, when the markets are buying up your kind of stories like crazy but not buying yours (or, conversely, when your joke pitch turns into a sale), you start to buy into some pretty nutty shit. So, here's my current nutballiness: Tomorrow I've got a birthday and my new age will be a prime number (no, I'm not telling you which one - hey, I may still need to work in Hollywood some day); hence, I've decided that 2006 will be a prime year.

Oh, and I'm going to sacrifice one of the cats to the god Cernunnos.