And I think they’re right.
Take, for example, the interesting phenomenon of…pimples. For me, they always occur in groups of three on the third week of the month. And it takes five days for them to go away—which isn’t three, but if you take away the two days spent trying to scrub them off, but only prolonging their stay, then that’s technically three.
And what about that strange occurrence that happened in college called…trimesters!? Where you run to the mailbox three times a year to grab your grades before your father does so you can soften the news as to why you’re a senior, but you got a ‘D’ in freshman geology. Didn’t that happen to you, too?
Then there’s the unexplainable…triceratops! Dinosaurs…with three horns! Totally amazing. At least my three-year old thinks so. (Hey! Another # 3! Mother Nature is a freak show, man!)
Onto the latest event…by the end of this week, Eve, Jay and Robin will all be done with their novels. For some reason, Mother Nature decided to turn her attention to the three of us. She waved her wand and said, “Thou shalt be done with your novels! It’s been long enough and this is getting ridiculous!”
Seriously, I think having a support group like we have has forced us to keep on our game and just plod through this. You get that mentality of “Well if he/she can do it…so can I!” Which you have to do sometimes…get it down on paper. It doesn’t matter how good it is—just throw it up into your word processor and your friends will clean up the mess. (Sorry—too gross?)
Which makes me wonder if that’s why Jay’s computer broke. Did you take my advice of throwing up your story literally, Jay?
But I digress…or tri-gress, I should say!