What if there’s no such a thing as coincidence, like in an M. Night Shyamalan “Signs” kind of way? What if my book sales dropped off to zero for my memoir about emerging from the shadow of my father (after my Facebook account was shut down since July for… and I’m just guessing here… trying to promote my book). And I get one more erroneous book sale, out of the blue and after a solid month of social-media-isolation — on the anniversary of the death of my father.
"I put off my final essay for English in high school untilthe very last... and so, the night before it was due, I wrote an essay about writing an essay the night before it was due...
"...and this,my subtle screwgyout the door, somehow earned an A... and began my lovefor writing."