Writing a story about a car crash right before having a car crash wouldn’t be the first time I predicted my faith while story writing. There was the one I wrote about a white guy with an Illinois background left heart-broken by his younger Asian girlfriend. Or when I wrote about stealing someone’s panties before I ended up doing so. Or the time I went out on a wanton night, sang karaoke, and got my head ripped off months after I wrote a story where that very thing happened. 

Okay, obviously I’m lying a little bit on that last count. I know writers often draw on their memories—my first girlfriend and I bonded while she recuperated from knee surgery, which formed the basis for two women to bond in a story of mine—,the very grist of their psychologies, and so it seems somewhat natural perhaps that they could also foretell things that would happen. Sometimes I give my characters an emotion in reaction to something and then I’ll feel that same emotion later on in a similar situation. They’re all me, all of them, and not just my past, but also my potential. 

Sometimes I think that the best advice for writers then is, Know Thyself.