Friday (the 13th) Spotlight: Michel Prince
We have an spectacularly superstitious Spotlight for you today. Michel Prince, the beautiful and talented author of Chrysalis joins us with a guest post on superstition. She begins with a fab excerpt from her book.
Michel, you have the floor!
Half time was almost over when Oscar came to me.
“I have a problem. I’m out of gum. I thought I had enough. Can you run and get me some?”
“Your problem is you’re superstitious. Come here.” I curled my index finger to draw him closer. Kissing him, I slowly slid a piece of Juicyfruit from my mouth to his. His tongue licked mine in thanks.
“It’s fresh, I promise. I just put it in.”
“You really love me, don’t you?”
He took off back to huddle with his team.
“What was that?” Kelly asked.
“It’s a Friday game. Friday he has to chew Juicyfruit. Tuesday it’s Doublemint. Thursday’s Big Red. Saturday, bubblegum-flavored Extra.”
“He loves me. He’d have to be. I just try to keep a pack of whatever day it is in my pocket.”
“So you have a whole pack?”
“Minus that piece.” I smiled and Kelly looked at me shocked. “What? Can’t I want a kiss?”
-Chrysalis by Michel Prince
I still put my right shoe on first every time. Why? No I don’t have OCD, I have CDO it’s like OCD but in the correct alphabetical order. Just kidding. I put my right shoe on first because in seventh grade Reita Sievers told me I had to or I’d play lousy and possibly cost us the game. Okay, costing the game may have been my over active imagination but as the new girl in seventh grade everything was taken to dramatic extremes. Oh who am I kidding it still is. Back to my silly superstition, I don’t even know if Reita even believed the right shoe theory, but since seventh grade it’s right shoe first for me. Ironically I just learned that my husband was told the left first, it must be like buttons on a man’s shirt verses a women’s.
Athletes and actors seem to be the worst with superstitions.
My son always has at least one corner of his shirt untucked and never has it tucked during warm-ups. If my husband wins the first game of the season driving a certain route to the home stadium…he’ll take that route every time. We’ve also found that if we video tape or take pictures of our son playing any sport he’ll do poorly. And sure, if we admitted these eccentricities to a psychologist we might earn a seventy-two hour pass in a padded room.
Don’t people understand that if you don’t lock pinkies with another actor and say “break a pinkie” the stage floor will collapse and possibly take down the whole theater and kill thousands. I’m not the crazy one, right?
I love black cats as much as the next one, it just better not cross in front of me. Never split a pole with someone you’re walking with, they could possibly die or you could depending on the day. However, I did step on a lot of cracks when I got mad at my mom, so I debunked that myth.
When does the superstition cross from obsession into insanity? My estimation would be when you can’t function. Sure people have bad days, but most just realize the sun will rise tomorrow and we’ll be able to keep going, just not wearing our unlucky shirt. That one’s going to Goodwill, because my bad luck may be your good.
Check out Chrysalis, because Oscar’s an athlete raised by a superstitious Southern father, so getting the right gum on game night is the least of the superstitions that run through the whole series.
Thank you so much for stopping by, Michel. And for letting us know that you put your right shoe on first to get here. Your excerpt was excellent and I believe all of your superstitions are, at the very least, 83% valid. I’d like to give you 100% but then I’d have to knock on wood and I am not sure if the wood veneer of my desk counts. (Ikea has screwed me again.)
Folks, please find Michel at the following links and, before you go, make sure to check out the trailer for Chrysalis. You will be so glad you did!