Instincts. Sixth Sense. Gut feeling. Universal intelligence.
Ever hear that little inner voice’s whisper?
Do you listen, or try to ignore it?
Years ago, I was a newly divorced single mom trying to navigate my way. After extensive efforts, I had finally sold a few books and thought I was set in my new career. But that little voice nagged at me to send a resume to an out-of-town company not even advertising a position. I tried to ignore it. I was happy writing. I didn’t want a “job.” I told it to go away. The voice became louder and more insistent. Finally, I faxed my resume, said, “There! Satisfied?” and went back to my writing. Before long I heard from the company, which was expanding to include a new sales position in my area, and delighted to hear from me. With mixed feelings, I eventually met the manager and joined their team.
It was ultimately the best decision of my life.
After twenty plus years, the company changed, the work environment changed, and it was time to once again listen to those instincts and become a full time author.
Here’s a little teaser where Percy is talking to his good friend, Henrietta.
Percy laughed. “How could I forget? It’s only been a few years, but it seems like a lifetime ago.”
“Exactly. Who would have thought we’d both end up living here?” Henrietta said. “You overheard that ridiculous bet Braydon made with his brothers regarding me, and you were a good enough friend to let me know what was going on.”
“Of course,” Percy said, wondering where this trip down memory lane was headed.
“And now I know something I feel you should be privy to. But I’m reluctant to interfere, the way you were then.”
“You’ve started it now,” Percy said. “Best to continue.”
Henrietta pressed her lips together, clearly torn, before she blurted out, “Hope’s in town. She just arrived and plans to stay a few days. She has no idea you’re here, and it is possible your paths won’t cross. Especially if you were to leave now for the dig site and stay there till after she’s gone.”
Percy kept his expression neutral. “You said she doesn’t know I’m here. What, exactly, did she say?”
“I take it you must have mentioned my name to her at some point, because she knew who I was from my hotel name badge. She said she’d heard about the town from you and had a hankering to see the place for herself.”
“Was she alone?”
“No mention of her husband?”
Henrietta shook her head.
Percy blew out a breath and stared up at the ceiling.
“You’re sorry I told you, aren’t you?” Henrietta said.
“Henny, I’m an academic. We’re used to dealing with facts, not feelings.”
“But, in this instance, I can’t present you with all the facts. Plus, I know, from our years together hunting for lost treasure, you also rely on your feelings and instincts.”
Percy shook his head. “That part I always left to you. The one time I ignored the facts and relied solely on my feelings, my instincts steered me wrong.”
Henny’s worried gaze met his. “What will you do?”
“What I always do. Pretend life is a game of chess and study the situation carefully before I consider my next move.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Henrietta asked.
“Not a thing, my sweet.”
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