With a self-imposed deadline looming ahead, I've been writing like crazy and needless to say, I've got paranormal on the forefront of my brain. Maybe that's why I think I'm psychic. You see, my character Etta, has both active and passive psionic abilities. She has the ability of telekinesis and telepathy (among other gifts). Perhaps I'm projecting a bit of her powers onto myself.
Growing up, my mom would tell me stories on how the female line in our family has psychic abilities. Now, I never met any relatives that were actually psychic...apparently this gift comes with certain rules and if you break them you can't be psychic. I've always chalked it up to old wives tales, but according to my mom, it's a family fact (so it must be true).
Here's why I think I might have dismissed her stories a bit prematurely. When we were in Vegas last week, the hubby and I hung out in the lounge bar listening to a band that played mostly oldies (Elvis, Frank Sinatra, etc.), with some modern favorites thrown in the mix. By the end of the evening, I really wanted to hear Footloose (don't ask). My hubby didn't think they'd play Kenny Loggins, so he discouraged me from requesting it.
And what did the band play next, you might wonder...Footloose! The band leader asked who had requested it and I just sat there thinking, I did. In my head! Not two seconds after the song ended, the hubby and I made a mad dash to the roulette table and I put $20 on black. I lost.
Maybe I'm not psychic after all, but I will always continue to request songs in my head and keep my money where it belongs...in my wallet.