That’s the dream, right? You’re sitting at your computer, typing your fingers down to the bone, flesh falling away as your keyboard becomes stained with your blood. Tired and exhausted, you’ve been fighting the fight for too long, and you’re ready to give-in to the zombie apocalypse—return to the masses of mindless commuters heading into the daily grind of rush hour.
Each day has been a struggle of words, mind and spirit and you’re wondering if you should just quit…give up because you won’t survive another day of battling the rejection letters. Your phone rings. An interruption you don’t have time for, and aren’t in the mood to deal with. You answer it anyway.
“Hello.” You say with about as much feeling as the un-dead.
And everything changes. Because that one call, the one you wanted no part of a moment ago, is the answer to your prayers. Your fingers magically heal. Your mind enters the world of Zen. And that bright blue light of your computer screen that had been dull and gray a moment ago, is beckoning you—calling your name to a whole new world.
You’re officially a writer. You’re in heaven.
I haven’t got that call—yet. But I received similar ones when I got accepted to the police academy, when I went to different special assignments on the department, and when I got promoted. Of course I’d never forget, the day he called and changed my world. So I can imagine the moment, and look forward to the day of becoming a writer.
What call did you get? And what unlikely place did you inhabit, when the person on the other end of the line shined down on you with their saving grace? Were you lounging on your couch in a hot red dress and heals? I’d love to hear your story of triumph.