Something extremely weird happened to me a few nights back. I was reading my copy of Harry, A History by Melissa Anelli (which according to the front cover is the “Award-winning webmistress of the Leaky Cauldron” website) when I found myself.
Literally.
I read three pages that seemed ripped from my own life, the last three years of it to be exact. Word for word what I had experienced in my life. Sure the setting was different and so was the person speaking (from Staten Island, NY to Carolina, P.R.Female-Male, ) but still… her circumstances, her feelings and the people around were an exact match to mine, down to the behavior of the people around her.
Now I have heard about identifying with a character or in this case an author (this is a work of non-fiction) but this was beyond surreal. And yet considering how transformative this last year has been for me with two first drafts under my belt and a guide to a Harry Potter-based TV series (plus about 12-14 hours of therapy) this bit of serendipity caps the year nicely. I do not believe in fate, as in I don’t leave things to chance or happenstance. But this is too much of a coincidence. Add my connection via this shared experience with one of the subjects of the book (one many a writer can relate too, the rags-to-riches story of one Joane (J.K.) Rowling and this may be the best Xmas gift I have ever received.
Strange this life of ours is. I wonder where will I read the next chapter of my life?
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