I had an ooh wee ooh moment last evening. For Christmas, my partner Jack got me an electronic picture frame. I loaded it up with photographs stored on my computer, and we let it cycle through all those the photos. After dinner, the frame displayed this photo.
It's the log home I built and lived in for a decade in northern Vermont. The photo was one of the ones on a webpage we'd used to sell the cabin over 7 years ago. Jack commented that he loved that picture, and he wondered how Ted and Beth, our buyers from way back when, liked it there. I reminded him that Ted had told me that picture we were admiring was the clincher for them coming to see the cabin. Beth saw the screen door to the deck, and something clicked inside. She had to see the cabin, and then they bought it on the spot.
No more than 5 mintues later, that cabin picture still displaying on the electronic frame, I entered my office to check email. I'd heard the little dinging sound that meant I had a new one. It was from a couple who identified themselves as Ted and Beth's daughter and son-in-law. The hair on the back of neck stood at attention. They were at the cabin, reading an early draft of a novel I'd left for Ted and Beth. They'd googled my name and found an email because they wanted to tell me how happy the cabin has made their entire family over the years AND how much they loved the novel I left behind.
I could never get away with such a coincidence in a novel. Ain't real life fun?
We had a nice exchange and had fun with the coincidence. Turns out, the daughter and son-in-law loved the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont so much, they bought an old house not far from the cabin I built. They're staying at the cabin while converting their house to a Bed & Breakfast, and they assured me I'd always have a place to stay if I come to visit the area.
A further bonus was their enthusiasm over the novel I'd left for their folks. I never let drafts out of my hands, and I remember Jack being shocked that I did when we left Vermont. But we'd really hit it off with Ted and Beth. The current version of that still unpublished novel is so much better and so much tighter than that draft, I cringed at first when I heard they were reading it. But I quit cringing when they gushed about how much they loved it.
It was a good evening, based on a major coincidence I wouldn't dare write as fiction.