I have this theory. That every time I talk openly, or honestly about a wish or fulfillment of mine that its bound to fail, kind of like the rules that say you’re not supposed to say your wish at 11:11, or after you make any sort of wish, or the wish won’t come true. It always happens. Hey I’m going to try to knit something in the round! Frogged. Hey I’m going to read all these books! Returned to library. Hey I’m going to build a full scale replica of the Tardis! Dreams shattered.
How do I combat this accursed plague of chronic procrastination? I don’t talk about it. Not out loud at least. That seems to somehow do the trick. Don’t ask me to explain all the sciences an’ stuffs. Thankfully it doesn’t seem to affect the natural order of things if I write about it.