I was feeling particularly cynical when it came to horoscopes, but read them all the same. They were all so generic. I could meet the man of my dreams – well that was impossible – I was happily married to my wife. Five is my lucky number; apparently. I’ve been using it on the lottery for months, and still nothing but one number.
It isn’t five.
So when I picked up the magazine at the doctors, I needed to look twice. Gone were the promises of wealth and love. They were replaced with a strange fortune, which was too close to home.
You are worried about an illness (I am in the doctors), one box ticked there. Don’t worry, there are many angels looking after you. One day you will find your novel will be on the best seller list.
Keep going, never give up.
How would they know I loved writing? My novel, rewritten so many times, there could be several novels at once, I felt a renewed inspiration to pick up my pen.
My name called, I went into the doctors with a fresh perspective. Whatever they said, I knew my fortunes were going to improve. Perhaps I would book that holiday I was always thinking of for the last few months.
There was nothing better than writing on the beach.