When I was a kid, my sister and I used to hunt for four-leafed clovers in the grass. These elusive little good-luck charms never seemed to turn up when you were looking for them--but when you least expected it, you'd stumble across one by accident.
That's how luck works. By definition, it's a happy accident of fate, and I always seem to stumble into good fortune when I least expect it.
And while hard work, perseverence, and focus help determine our lives, it's often luck that has the most influence in leading us to our destiny.
Here are four strokes of good luck that led me to the here and now:
I moved out West in 1992. At the time, I thought I was running away from home. In reality, I was running to home--to the place where I belonged, and the place that has defined me ever since.
I met my husband by chance. I was running a bookstore; he was a customer. We definitely weren't looking for love, but after a long friendship we decided we belonged together. We were right!
I'd wanted to be a writer all my life, but it wasn't until the previous two strokes of luck
fell into place that I discovered what I was meant to do. I combined my love of the West with my good luck in love to write contemporary Western romances. Now I'm looking forward to the release of my fifth book, Cowboy Crazy, in June.
I was lucky to find Sourcebooks, too, and my wonderful agent and editor. But most of all I'm lucky to be living a life filled with love, doing what I was meant to do in a place where I belong.
What strokes of luck led you to where you are today? I'll keep the good luck going by picking one commenter to win a copy of Tall, Dark and Cowboy today - just answer the question and I'll post the winner in the comments on Friday.