Okay, yesterday’s blog was a little too cheerleadery even for me. So here’s the latest development.

When I told my EditorExtraordinaire I was considering moving to LA, she told me she’d see if she could get me a writing contract for Pasadena and surrounding areas.  I put that information in the back of my mind for consideration and went to see the Fire Dancers show at Dante’s on Sunday night. 

While I was there, a curious turn of circumstances put a guy at my table who mentioned he was from LA. So I picked his brain a little to see what types of things there were to do and what I might find.  He was very adamant that the only cool people were the “real locals” and not the “imports”, and just as a matter of interest said, “there’s a lot of dark history, lots of hauntings.”

Interesting. Again, I put the strange coincidence at the back of my mind and went on with my week.

Two days later, I was sitting at Chance of Rain when a good looking thirty-something guy in a pea-coat with the most spectacular blue eyes walks in.  He made eye contact with me once then went to get a beer and came back to my table asking to sit down.  Hot guy asks to sit at my table? Uh, yeah, weird. So I nod and he sits and begins to tell me in an adorable Russian accent that he’s from LA. Wow!

Okay, Universe, I’m listening. What’s up?

He then tells me – with no prompting what-so-ever – that he used to work as a haunted tour guide on Hollywood Blvd.

WTF?

That’s so awesome. So he gives me 8 places to check out, a couple of personal accounts and his phone number (in case I have questions, because he was wearing a ring).

This, cluster of unexplainable coincidence left me a little dazed.  The combination of deciding I need to go to LA to finish the dream, the random strangers with bizarre and valuable information, besides the possibility of a book contract that could give me other “valid” pursuits only 40 minutes from LA… put me right back on the computer to email my EditorExtraordinaire to let her know, I was officially interested in the contract.

She wrote me yesterday and said it was approved – if I want it.

It will take a month or more to work out details, pre-research market possibilities and so on, but it’s mine if I want it.

I have no idea how I’ll make this work.  Any of it. And yet I’m filled with the same kind of skittish excitement and dizzy with the mass of possibilities that I felt when I was trying to decide if I should go on the BlissQuest.

Again, the writing contract was what gave me the courage to jump, to make a flying leap into the absolute unknown.  A magic feather, enabling me to trip over coincidences, get caught in whirlpools of synchronicity, almost freakishly well timed.

The opportunity has presented itself – so I think I’ll take it.