I'm a devout believer in Murphy's Law. Today, when I came home from running errands--a last batch of errands before taking off tomorrow for Bouchercon--I heard the sporadic beeping of the smoke detector, whining that it needs a new battery. And of all the smoke detectors in the house, it is, (of course) the one that's near the ceiling in the soaring story-and-a-half end of my living room. Which means I have to drag out the ladder and teeter near the top of it to reach the damned thing.
Here's hoping I'm not on crutches at Bouchercon.
Every once in a while, I hear people denouncing coincidences in book plots. Sure, I'm as critical as anyone of a book whose entire plot is a thin tissue of coincidences held together with a web of implausibilities. But I'll give any author one, even two useful coincidences to help or hinder the protagonist. I have too many Murphy moments in my own life not to believe that sometimes, at the worst/best possible moment, something horrible/wonderful just happens and--
I'd go on, but there's that annoying beeping again, and I have to go for the ladder.