Holy Shit, I’m a Writer!

So I’m on the subway this afternoon going to work. Got my headphones on and I’m bee-bopping to the music, all is good.

Then out of no where it hits me. You know, one of those “Holy Shit” moments. The kind where something has happened and you think at the time that it’s just too good to be true but later on one of those HS moments just hits you and you realize that it is true.

C’mon, you know the kind I mean.

The kind where you know in an instant that your life has changed just a little, that something so overwhelming has happened that you are just overcome with a wave of emotion that makes you want to bust out in tears, or song.

Yeah, those kind of moments.

I knew you knew what I was talking about.

Mine came today and maybe sitting down at the computer yesterday and pounding out nearly 5k words had something to do with it but the thought I had, while sitting there on the subway and bee-bopping away was:

“Holy Shit, I’m a writer!”

But it wasn’t just ‘I’m a writer.’ It was the fact that I had done it, had sold something I had written for money. Something other people, strangers, are actually going to go and buy and read (knock on wood) and think, “Man, I really liked that,” (double-knock).

It’s a good feeling, knowing that I am a writer. A soon to be published writer and in that Holy Shit moment earlier today that made me catch my breath and wipe the mist from my eyes, you know what I thought about?

All the people that have supported me over the years and told me I could do it.

They were right.

And now,

I am a writer!

Holy Shit!