This is a photograph of my penny box. What is a penny box you ask?
I will tell you.
8:30 am and 77 degrees.
My name is Patricia Wood and I collect pennies for luck.
It started innocently enough like all compulsions. I would be walking to my car in a parking lot -- find a penny at my feet, pick it up, put it in my pocket and say, "A penny for luck."
This habit became magnified when I finished my first novel, started my second and began the querying process.
I was not just happy circumstance to hit every green light. I decided I had to make my own luck.
I became a Penny Lurker.
I not only look for pennies that have been dropped, mislaid, rolled under a chair or at over the edge of a step -- I create my own opportunities. I hunt for pennies. I look for potential. A harried mother dropping coins into a gum ball machine with two howling children at her hip. Look! There! One penny escapes. I wait. When she leaves I scoop it up.
An elderly woman counting out change in the line ahead of me. She puts the rest in her coin purse. A stray penny drops to the floor. No one hears it.
I hear it.
When she goes out the door I pounce!
Even my friends are not safe.
"Let's clean out our purses, today." I suggest innocently, knowing a few copper coins will fall and roll into the voluminous throw on my settee.
My husband is horrified. "You have to stop this!"he says."It's stealing!"
"No it's not," I protest. "There are rules."
Certain, specific rules I must follow.
The penny leavers have to turn their back and walk away.
When they get at least 10 feet away the penny is mine!
These pennies cannot be spent. They must be saved forever. Hence the penny box.
My husband is not entirely convinced of the efficacy and ethics of my Penny Lurking.
It works for me.
So how about you?
What strange and odd things do you do for luck?