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Since the 17th century, certain people have feared the number 13, ostensibly because of the connection to the number of guests at history’s first soon-to-be-a-murder-mystery dinner, The Last Supper, where one of the guests ended up betraying the Son of God and getting him executed. Later, of course, on Friday, 13, October 1307, hundreds of the Knights Templar were arrested and eventually executed, too, under the direction of Philip IV, also known as “Philip the Fair,” King of France.
But as I sit in my office and look out my second-story window over the snow and ice, I can’t help but feel optimistic about 2013. In fact, for whatever reason, I’m almost superstitious about it—as an agnostic and a writer I obdurately retain my capacity for any and all kinds of unfounded belief—and whatever your goals, hopes, or aspirations, I hope 2013 is a watershed year for you. Right now, I’m going to cut this blog post short, since I have time and quiet to write on my novel. Still, I’ll be thinking of you out there while I work, my friends who also write, or who act, or who compose, or who teach, or who are doing exceptional work in their chosen fields.
You know who you are.
Good luck.
