Friday the Thirteenth is associated with bad luck for a number of reasons. However, the one I'm most familiar with is the arrest and subsequent torture and execution of the Knights Templar, ending the order. No coincidence that I'd go for the most medieval one, I don't think.
But I had my bad luck on Wednesday, when, due to a scheduling change, I missed taping Lost. Now, that show is falling out of favor for me because I really want some answers to what the heck's going on. On the other hand, there's Sawyer and Sayid and Hurley to keep me interested. So you must imagine my howl of dismay when I realized I had missed the kiss between Kate and Sawyer. Also, Hurley was in that episode. Also, a Sun and Jin flashback. I'm still miffed.
Fortunately, writing-wise, it's been a pretty good week. I've finished the revising of the first half of the book and written about a hundred new pages. If I "push", I might be able to finish the first draft by next Friday. That would be great, but if I don't quite make it, I won't be wallowing the Slough of Despond. I'll finish it soon, and then comes the revising. Which I actually enjoy. Once I've got down exactly what happens when, that's when I start adding "layers" of emotion and meaning, and description. And smoothing out the prose. And expanding (my first drafts tend to be quite lean). And start obsessing about what my editor will think. Because that's part of my process, too.