So here's a moment.

I've had a customer for over a year.  When she came to me, she had a (rather poorly constructed) first draft of a memoir and nothing.  Just a sheaf of papers in a binder clip.   No idea what to do, no hopes at publishing, no connections in the literary world.  It's a damn good story though.  Poorly written, but fascinating.

I read a sample, then we pulled cards.  In spite of my actual opinion on the writing, the cards saw, last June, that this is going to happen.  She's going to get published, and make a sustainable amount of money to become an author.

Um.  Her book.  It's on Amazon right now, preorders are rolling in.  I'm working her book launch party in two weeks.

Holy fuck.  Even I didn't trust the cards on this one.