The incident that I wrote about below took place a couple of years ago when I was still in the process of writing my novel IN POLYESTER PAJAMAS. It was of major significance to me because that’s when I went from just wishing to be an author to really believing that I was one. Now, move forward to the present moment and look what’s happened? IN POLYESTER PAJAMAS has been accepted by Briona Glen Publishing and is due to be released soon. Next step, Best-Seller?
There’s a handful of women sitting in the lunch room eating. The aroma of microwaved frozen meals, fresh coffee, and leftovers from dinners the night before fill the air. I sit among these co-workers munching on a ham-and-cheese-on-rye and participate in the usual lunchtime chatter. It includes stories about husbands, boyfriends, children and pets. There are some comments about popular actors and who’s living with whom these days. I’m not up-to-date on these particular subjects, but I still enjoy listening in on the conversation. Just like reading a book, it’s entertaining.
Speaking of books, another co-worker walks in carrying one. Everyone’s attention turns on her. We all want to know what she’s reading. She tells us the title and the author’s name. It doesn’t sound familiar, but she says that it’s worth checking out. This is another popular subject among the lunchtime crowd.
For some strange reason, I then decide to reveal to everyone that I’m currently working on my own novel. “Yep, that’s right, I’m a writer myself.” Now the attention is all on me. They want to know what my novel’s about. I give them a brief synopsis and they still seem interested. I take this as a good sign. After continuing to talk about it, one women comments, “Well, who knows, someday you might become a best-selling author.” When I hear this, I smile and reply, “You’re right, maybe someday I will.”
My half-hour lunch break is just about over, so I say my farewells and head back to my desk. When I get there, it hits me that I really believed what I said to them—maybe someday I will. This is the first time that I’ve responded to my writing with such assurance. Because of that, I realize that I’ve just reached another milestone—I’ve gone from hoping something could happen, to really believing something could. The rejection letters I’ve collected throughout the years haven’t deterred me. After all, I’m not the only one to have received mounds of rejections—just read Stephen King’s story about his beginnings as a writer, or Ray Bradbury’s, or JK Rowling’s, just to name a few.
So all of you writers out there (co-workers, so to speak) remember my name, because someday you might see it on the Bestsellers List. You know, it’s not that far a reach for any of us.
Believe in your dream!