Tomorrow is Friday the thirteenth and in the past, the day has always held good luck for me, not bad. Thirteen is my favorite number and when I count by twos, I usually do so in odd, not even numbers. One of my quirks, I suppose.
I received two poetry acceptances this week from two different magazines, one online, one print, and while they occurred before Friday the thirteenth, they happened in the same week. I'll provide more details about those poems at a later date and will, of course, post links when they are available.
I'm hopeful that tomorrow will bring good things. If nothing else, perhaps a really good writing day. I've been writing quite a bit lately and not just my WIP. The muse has birthed poetry, my first freelance article, and several short stories, most of which have not been dark suspense/horror.
Life is good.