My novel is a standalone suspense, the tentative title now changed to Dead Wrong. This is my third tentative title, so anything can happen as I continue through the book. Sometimes an idea jumps right off the page during the revision process--a character's turn of phrase, perhaps.
One of the chapters I revised this weekend involves a bit of police procedure. I had bluffed my way through the scene, thinking I'd have a real officer of the law take a look at it later. Little did I know the right person would slip into my life like a Stealth bomber.
The newest member of my Raintree Writers critique group used to be a policeman. I met this writer more than a year ago and had a long conversation with him at dinner. I didn't learn of his police experience then. Later on, I read and critiqued one of his stories, and we had several e-mail exchanges. I still didn't discover his background. I didn't know it when we invited him to join Raintree Writers, and I still didn't know it until the group sat down to critique my most recent submission.
That's when I discovered the little things (and a couple of big things) I needed to do to make the police procedure in that one chapter more authentic.
The person with the knowledge I needed was right there in my group.
This is serendipity.
"The faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for; also: an instance of this."
Things like this happen from time to time. I think it happens to everyone. It might have something to do with our unbreakable connection to each other through a power greater than the individual. On the other hand, maybe a serendipitous event is just a coincidence.
What do you think?