It was surreal to be sure that on this day I read aloud a scene from my book that takes place on September 11, 2001. It was for a critique group at the novel writing workshop I’m attending.

What are the odds of that? I don’t know.

What does it mean? I don’t know, although I believe synchronicity is powerful.

That day changed me for the better. That I do know.

So much so that I felt compelled to include it in my art.