Lucky 13

13 days from now… The Bastard Hand comes out. I like that. As god-awful as yesterday was, today seems a bit better because it’s 13 DAYS. I’m reverse-superstitious, I reckon. To me the number 13 is gorgeous and evocative and I just love it.

In fact, I’m thinking about putting out a short story collection on Kindle come summer time and the only thing I know for sure is that it’ll have 13 stories in it. I’ve written more than that, but only 13 will go in. Maybe when I have another 13
I’ll do a second one.

I intend to write 13 novels in my lifetime.

My daughter is now 13.

The Ramones put out 13 albums.

I once ate 13 tacos.

When I first started doing this blog, I had 13 followers by the end of the first day.

I was 13 when I realized I wanted to be a writer.

I have 13 minutes before I have to go change the cat litter.

And in 13 days, The Bastard Hand comes out.