TRUE FICTION
Blame It On Mercury Retrograde
I believe everything

I believe in everything. I believe in fairies, aliens, horoscopes, superstitions from any and every culture, bad luck, good luck, dumb luck. Whoever wired me had a helluva sense of humor.
I once had a job writing horoscopes for a local paper. As soon as I wrote them, I believed them wholeheartedly even though I made them up. They seemed so true.
I believe if I don’t write a story, someone else fetches it out of the dreamscape and takes it instead of me. That’s why I am constantly writing. I’m so fucking greedy.
I believe I was supposed to be Tana French, but when I refused the name, she took it. I was two. That’s another story.
I used to believe water was filtered through dirty air.
I believe some people are literally not supposed to meet and when they do I believe the world breaks. Tectonic plates shift. Hellmouths crack open. Rifts in the universe widen. This might be my greatest belief.
I believe it as wholly as some people believe in the man in the sky. I’m not sure about him, but I absolutely believe somebody, who we can’t see is, trying to tell us something. I just believe it's Oprah.
I believe certain people could marry anyone and it would work out because they didn’t need anyone in the first place.
I believe Mercury retrograde is code for a shitty week. I believe certain people would rather blame Mercury than admit they make shitty choices and sometimes they aren’t very lucky.
