My clothes drier stopped working this morning. (Just stopped. No smoke, sparks, explosions or personal injury — very anticlimactic, for me.) I thought there could be some cosmic connection between that and the potential income from my short story connection, since it’s coming out in just weeks or days, so I did some basic math.
Yeah. I’m not optimistic enough to think I’m going to sell that many copies before I get tired of hanging stuff on the line.