The cosmos spoke to me.
My novel has two key images--rose rocks and shamrocks.
Yesterday, my family helped my grandmother clean out her garage. Not knowing a thing about my novel, she gave me this:
Afterward, we went to the lake. My son and I were walking along when he said, "Mom! I have to show you something." He claimed he'd seen a roly-poly and pointed at the ground. Right beside his imaginary crustacean was this:
Okay, Universe. I'm listening.