by Ann Minnett

Today is November 12, 2013, also known as 11-12-13. Something stupendous should happen today because a consecutive number date will only happen once again in our lifetime–on December 13, 2014.

I digress.

Today’s date reminds me that I’m a numbers person. Data analysis was a crucial component of my life’s work. My writing back then consisted of making sense of the numbers and relationships between numbers. Numbers told the story of the data. But I’m talking about the significance of specific numbers in our lives. Birthdays for sure. Anniversaries. The date your father died. The date your spouse stopped drinking. How about a signal event for us all? Stephen King wrote a book entitled 11-22-63. The event accompanied by a date and reduced to a number.

Frankly, I entertain myself endlessly with license plate numbers, time stamps, temperature, and gas mileage. What fun to check the digital time and discover it’s my birthdate (2-22). The added fact that numbers possess color adds icing to my cake: 1 is white, 6 green, 9 black, 53 and 5 are brown, but 3 has always been yellow. Who knows what this means, but it makes me happy.

So here we’ve awakened on the morning of 11-12-13. Can’t you feel the promise inherent in this magical date? Don’t you, like me, believe that the day ought to hold significance in its 24 glorious hours, 1,440 minutes, and 86,400 ticking seconds?

Last week I heard the following question posed on Montana Public Radio: What if you woke up each day and expected it to be the best day of your life?

I’m betting on 11-12-13 as top contender for best day ever.

~ Ann

Ann Minnett MWW photoI’m also consumed with NaNoWriMo word count this month–ahead of schedule at 28,739 words so far on my third novel. Yippee!