Uh-oh

This may be it. This may be the dramatic moment I was looking for. At least for the sake of this blog. As for life, I can tell something is brewing. Something is definitely cooking at work (no pun intended, maybe), and even on the home front, and my story's climactic moment, somewhere between now and three weeks from now, is about to happen. I can feel it. I am sensing it.

Have I mentioned: I have a bit of a knack? For making up things in my dramatic writing, and then they come true? Uh-oh. I'm suddenly having a flash. I am not kidding. I'm having a deja vu, and it's rolling something like this:

• The above paragraph is almost an exact replica of a piece of the opening monologue from a now-dormant play I wrote last spring, (that I mentioned even, early on in this blog/story), Donkey Dilemma, wherein the heroine, a feisty woman named Tuesday, gets into trouble at her tabloid writing job because she keeps writing things that come true. She begins to manipulate her "gift"—of course, the play is a kind of a fantasy—and all sorts of trouble ensues. I could go on, but the point is: I've already written those words! Which is exactly what the play is about! But here I am in real life. Not a character in a play! OMG. Aaaah!