For me, there’s a balance of emotional and creative energy, and when overwhelmed with an emotional event, usually the creative output declines. Which is what happened this week, and there’s really nothing tangible I might disclose on the writing front.
Dynamics are shifting in powerful ways, however. I had an extremely intense conversation with someone I never expected about their struggle with letting go of outcome. Very, very profound stuff, and purposeful. The reason I mention the dialog is because what seemed like a chance encounter reaffirmed my sentiment about coincidences. In which this writer disputes such things exist.*
This week I resume the screenplay. The deadline for Nicholl’s approaches fast.
*Yes, Ian, the phrasing is a nod to you. 
Well, I think coincidences and profound events are fairly subjective. I was merely saying that one could find something profound in any encounter, depending on how deeply one looks, and of course what one considers to be a “profound event.”
I prefer not to look too closely at those things which are not inherently obvious, for fear of seeing something that may not be there. But at the same time, I don’t want to be ignorant of these events.
That’s certainly not what happened in your case, where something profound may have happened, although you won’t really know until you explore those avenues we discussed. But the fact that they presented themselves at all certainly counts for something.
This is why I enjoy our dialogs: we see eye to eye on most of the important matters, but diverge at fairly substantial–and unexpected–points, often enough that it sharpens my own perspective.
You’re absolutely right. The risk of reading too much into a random event is a risk that rivals overlooking a profound, albeit as inexplicable, one.
And I won’t know until I take the leap and follow up. So we’ll see.
By the way, according to Mapquest, it’s an 458 miles between Peterborough and my crib. Not sure that’s one hundred percent accurate…just an interesting tidbit.