"Do [ya] feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"

Do you believe in lucky talismans?

I have tried. I have done certain things or collected certain things because they felt lucky, or the idea of them pleased me and felt lucky.  These are almost always around my writing.  Collecting feathers when I first started screenwriting, for example. Every time I found a new feather, it felt significant.  My friend and I taking our usual two-mile walk and having a bluejay feather literally drift to the ground in front of us.  An owl feather, fluffy and beautiful, on the ground by the car when I got out to look at the Rio Grande Gorge in New Mexico. A hawk feather on a desk, and being told by the man who owned that desk, “It’s illegal to own that. If it disappears from my desk and I don’t know what happened to it, I’m fine with that, though.” I mean, it seemed the universe was flinging feathers at me, so, this had to be lucky, right?

However, it was years before I won the Nicholl Fellowship, before the “lucky” things happened, and by then my feathers were dust-collectors that I hadn’t looked at or thought of in, well, years.  Very difficult to connect the dots there.

So, the thing about luck is, it’s fun for me to “play” with, but it doesn’t really seem to mean anything.  The idea of it is magical. The reality? Not so much.

As I continue to ruthlessly mine layers of my office and get rid of Stuff and box books to haul away, I have run across a few remnants of luck.  Some of it I am keeping because I just happen to like it.  I can’t recall why this little brass swan on my desk (a paperclip holder) was supposed to be lucky to me, but now it’s just a pretty thing on my desk and I like it.

(see brass paperclips? used on scripts with brass brads because the silver clashed, yes, I am like that)

The luck thing doesn’t seem to have helped me much, other than the adage that to be lucky, you have to do the work first, and I’ve done a hella lot of luck in my writing life to get lucky, and mostly, it seems the work is more important than the luck.

Do you believe in luck? Do you collect talismans?  Is luck real or just fun?

What do you collect because it makes you feel lucky?

[also should I paint my office or just rearrange it, and if I paint it, dare I use the darker green I love or play it safe with the lighter green that will be darker on the wall? if I paint I will be using green (chemical-odor-free) and green (color) paint, btw]


Filed under Green, Household, Luck, Office, Organizing, Writers, Writing

6 responses to “"Do [ya] feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"

  1. Ilene

    I like using silver paperclips and brass brads. It makes me feel bohemian and eclectic. I am wild and adventurous that way.

  2. Jennifer

    I have 327 blue scrub jay feathers. I live in a duck-infested town so you can find white and black ones everywhere, but before this feather thing started happening last spring, I had seen two feathers in my life off the jays. I’ve found up to 20 in a day, 11 another day. Mostly it’s been 1-6 feathers about half of the days of the week in warmer weather.

    So I hear you on the feathers, by FAR. I found six in the same area a couple of days ago.

    What’s it all about? Signs from god, I suspect.

  3. Every time I get one of those saint medals from organizations asking for donations in the mail I keep them. And those prayer cards with Jesus’ picture. I can’t get myself to throw them in the trash and you know I don’t even go to church anymore. I think it is less for good luck or blessing and more about not being punished for putting Jesus in the trash.
    By my computer I have this tiny statue of Madonna and child I got from some church in Paris, I can’t seem to put it away even though Jesus’ head broke off and I keep gluing it back on.

    • I have an Our Lady of Canterbury… bookmark? Card of some sort, that I got at Canterbury Cathedral when I was so sick I just stretched out on some folding chairs while Sam wandered around Canterbury looking for me for a couple of hours. It’s stuck on the front of a file drawer on my desk and every time I think I should either put it up somewhere or just toss it… I don’t. I had a little plastic St Jude that was the same way, but he has been swallowed up by my house.

Hit me with it.

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