When you’re reading a good book, do you ever want to know what’s going to
happen
so badly that you take a peek at the ending? I have to admit, I’m often
tempted,
but so far I’ve been able to resist.
In my life too, I’m often curious about what’s going to happen or how things
are
going to turn out. That’s why I’m fascinated by fortune tellers. I’ll admit,
I
have visited one. A long time ago, another lifetime really, I was struggling
with
deciding whether I should move to Boston or stay in Los Angeles. A friend of
mine
had been wanting to visit a psychic for a long time. She was spending a lot
of
time with a guy we worked with. She liked him a lot and was sure he liked
her
too, but nothing was happening. She wanted a psychic to tell her if/when
something would happen, and she convinced me to go with her to get help with
my
decision.
We went to see a psychic in Westwood. My friend had her reading first. While
she
was sitting with the fortune teller, I waited outside on a sidewalk. Her
reading
lasted about thirty minutes. When it was over, she came flying out the
door,
told me it was my turn and then went running up the street.
Because of the look on my friend’s face, I was scared, but I went through
with
the reading. The psychic told me very little about my future. Instead, she
told
me everything about what was going on in my life at that time. She was so
accurate that I was convinced my friend had given her all the details.
After she neatly recapped my life, the psychic said if I wanted to know what
was
going to happen in my future, I had to pay her an additional $200. The
original
reading was only $20. I laughed, told her there was no way I would pay that
and
got up to leave. She shrugged and promised me that I’d be back.
Outside, my friend was sitting on a bench waiting for me. She swore she
hadn’t
said a thing about me to the fortune teller and told me the woman knew all
about
her life as well, including how she liked the guy at work. The psychic said
he
didn’t love my friend the way she wanted him to, but she could make him if
my
friend paid an additional $200. My friend was so convinced the psychic could
help
that she ran to the bank after her reading. Luckily she didn’t have $200 to
withdraw.
A few nights later, I told another one of my friends about our experience
and how
the psychic had nailed our present day lives. He wanted to have his fortune
read
and wanted me to go with him. I drove with him to Westwood; we parked and
started to walk toward the building. Then I remembered the psychic promising
me
that I’d be back. I turned around and went back to the car. A few weeks
later,
the friend I originally went to the psychic with learned that the guy at
work
whom she liked was gay. In both of our cases, the fortune teller was right.
Clearly she was trying to scam us for extra money, but I often wonder if she
did
have some kind of gift.
Even though the experience happened long ago, I’ll never forget it. In my
debut
novel WAITING FOR
ETHAN,
my main character Gina gets her fortune read when she’s thirteen years old
and
learns the name of her future husband is Ethan. My long-ago experience with
the
Psychic of Westwood was the genesis for this scene and the creation of the
character Ajee, the Psychic of Westham.
Though she always dreamed about being the shortstop for the Boston Red Sox,
Diane Barnes is a marketing writer in Massachusetts. She participates
in
two monthly writing groups and regularly attends novel writing workshops in
Boston and Worcester, Massachusetts. She started “Waiting for Ethan” as a
challenge to participate in National Novel Writing Month. The original story
was
about a character who dated a string of freshly divorced men who all had
issues
with their ex-wives. She won’t say if it was autobiographical.
In 2012, Diane was one of eight writers who attended the Boston Writers’
Studio,
an exclusive four-day intense writing workshop taught by bestselling author
Elizabeth Berg. Diane says having her idol read her work was a moment she’ll
never forget.
When not crafting novels, Diane spends her time playing tennis, going to the
beach or watching her beloved Red Sox. She completed her first half marathon
last
year (to combat her love of chocolate) and lives in central Massachusetts
with
her husband Steve; they often fantasize about moving to Turks and Caicos –
for
the winter months at least.
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When Gina Rossi was in junior high, her best friend’s psychic grandmother
got
everything right—from predicting that Gina would break her arm and travel to
Italy, all the way to leading police to a missing neighborhood child. The
one
time Gina didn’t listen to her, she almost got herself killed. So when she
says
that Gina will marry a man named Ethan—but she will have to wait for him—
Gina
believes her, and waits…
Now thirty-six, Gina’s Mr. Right is nowhere in sight—until the day she’s
stranded
in a snowstorm, and rescued by the last type of Ethan she expected. It’s
very
romantic, yet surprisingly not. This Ethan is sexy, and clearly her hero.
Still,
instead of her “Aha” moment, Gina’s confused. And when Ethan is happy to
discover
she’s single, does Gina dare tell him, It’s because I've been waiting for
you.
But the bigger question is, does she dare question destiny—by taking it into
her
own hands? And is she brave enough to handle what happens once it’s time to
stop
waiting—and start living?
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