Maybe it’s because I am hypersensitive about the content in my book, but it feels like the loved ones around me tend to bring up exactly what I’ve been writing about.
It is still a secret that I am writing this book and that’s what makes this feel so magical.
The synchronicities make me feel like I’m on the right path. But I wonder if this is some sort of known phenomenon amongst writers. Like how when you think about a red car there are suddenly many more red cars on the road.
