Good morning. I have a long day today so I have to post early. I know I can google it, but what is a dragonfruit??? It sounds cool, albeit scary. I’m imagining a rush of fire in my mouth as I bite into it. (Or do you slay it first? That would be fun.)

I wish I’d read “The Secret” so I could elaborate on it. I plan on reading it. But here’s a tiny example of how it seems to work for me. Whenever I start thinking about something, putting a lot of my energy into it, suddenly I hear and see that topic everywhere I look. It’s crazy. And it’s fun to think it’s the Universe bringing to you what you’re focusing on. I’m about to take a sabbatical from interpreting to write for a month. (After today!!!!!) And I’ve been considering finding another “day job” but the question has really been plaguing me. So I sat down on the subway directly across from a poster I had never seen advertising a class for people who are wondering “why they’re here”, “what to do with their life” etc. Just the questions I was pondering. I know I’m here to write, but I also know it will be years before I can make my living at it. So I need an “in the meantime”.

Anyway that’s basically the principle of “The Law of Attraction”. I put it into practice once in a silly way– I started thinking of a grapefruit. Literally less than five minutes later– a grapefruit commercial came on– and it wasn’t the “season” for them either which is why I picked it………

Speaking of which……. congratulations to Kiera who picked GRAPEFRUIT!!! You’ve won a deck of tarot cards. Maybe it will be your second career.

Okay, now on to apologizing, mumbling and asking all of you to send me your hats so I can eat them. I had a really nice date last night. He was down to earth and didn’t start singing– that’s not true he did sing a few notes– but quietly just so I could hear and he has a gorgeous voice. And he’s growing his hair because his manager asked him to, although guess he does think he looks better bald. We seemed to hit it off, and even moved on to the coffee shop to have a beer. If he’s not in a show he can have a beer. And then after I finished my Guinness and he asked if he was anything like I thought he’d be, I immediately confessed to writing the blog making fun of opera singers. (If I was ever kidnapped and tortured for information, they can put away the bright lights and plyers– just give me a Guinness and I’ll tell you anything you want to know).

And this is when I really liked the guy– he laughed. (I left out making fun of the bald bits, in retrospect that just seemed mean). Anyway he had a nice laugh– AND he does an amazing imitation of a cricket. THEN when I got home I turned on the t.v. and in the sitcom the couple was arguing about the opera! (See?) Then I got an email from him–and guess what? HE CAPITALIZED!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, so not saying I’m going to marry the guy, but admit I was wrong to be so judgmental– absolutely.

So guess I’ll be learning about Opera, hey thanks for all the suggestions guys– and I learned that in some opera houses they have “translations” on the seat or some such thing, because I think that’s what bothered me the most, I want to know what they’re saying. I really have been a bit naive. It’s always so nice to be proved wrong. Then he said I was prettier and much smaller than he imagined. Men see women’s pictures on dating sites and immediately seem to think “object in picture is larger than she appears”. I, on the other hand, under promise and over deliver. I didn’t bother to tell him that I WAS wearing tights which really suck everything in, take off at least ten pounds, no need to overwhelm the guy on the first date.

Okay, look at the time! Gotta go to my last day of interpreting for awhile. Yea! BTW, my third book isn’t chick lit it’s more character driven suspense. That’s really neither here nor there I guess. Amazon has released Accidentally Engaged and it might be in the stores this weekend, it’s exciting.

And also perfect timing to give away a signed copy, so this time let’s just pick out of a hat type of thing– anyone who responds will get thrown in the hat, and then we’ll pick a winner, and then I’ll eat the hat. How’s that?