Oh my god it’s been two months. Sorry. Few excuses. Except that instead of writing here, I’ve been taking my precious moments at my desk to work on my book instead, after not looking at it for over two years.

Which brings me to a rather interesting, spooky, magical fact:

Back in 2007 (or maybe even earlier) before we conceived Freya, maybe even before we left SF, I was putting together character profiles for my novel, writing fairly regularly, etc. At some point in the story, the birth date of the male protagonist is brought up, so I had to decide on when that would be. I decided on sometime in the fall, and that I wanted him to be a Scorpio, so I chose October 27.

Later, in early 2009 I got pregnant and didn’t work on my book at all. I was too exhausted at home and couldn’t write at work, either. My due date was October 12.

As some of you know, my due date came and went, and I continued to be pregnant for another two weeks until we finally went into the hospital to try to instigate something. We tried to get labor to start for something like fourteen hours, the afternoon turned into the next morning, and Freya was born at 5:39 am on… October 27.

And I didn’t realize or remember this little piece of serendipity until literally a week or so ago when I was looking at very old drafts that hadn’t been touched since 2008. Holy shit, I thought.

I love that they share a birthday. So much.