Two weeks ago, I answered a call on my cell phone from an unknown local number. The caller asked for me by name and asked me if I went to a writing seminar last year. (I did.) She told me her name (which I did not remember) and asked me a few questions to make sure I was the person she intended to call. I hesitated, but confirmed that I did write a novel and have two young children.
She asked if I was still writing, and I told her mostly short stories. I didn’t mention the blog. Perhaps I should have, because if I added the word counts of all my blog posts, I’ve got a couple novels here. I know, a string of incoherent posts does not a novel make, but I’m still writing words. In my
delusional mind, it counts as writing.
I asked about her projects – she is writing mostly short stories and a trilogy of novellas. She told me she was retired and with that clue, I thought I may have a vague picture of her in my mind. The problem is, I’m not good with names or faces.
She proceeded to tell me about a small one-day writer’s conference being held next month. I was skeptical, but I researched the conference and it looks legitimate. Here are the topics I found interesting: Elements of Plot; How to Get Your Book Published; How to Develop Believable Characters; 3 Deadly Sins that Will Keep You from Getting Published; What New Writers Need to Be Aware of In Publishing; and Query Letter Writing Boot Camp. There are not enough hours in the day to attend all of these, so I need to nix two of them.
I hadn’t planned to go to a conference until at least 2013 because of the cost involved (and the fact I haven’t started novel #2.) This one-day conference is something I can work into a budget. There are no hotel costs, I can bring my own snacks, and I don’t need to take time off work to go since it’s on a Saturday. Oh, and hubby said I should go – he could take care of the kids’ activities that day. His support of a passion he doesn’t understand is encouraging.
The strangeness of the path that led to this encounter stayed on my mind. A year ago, I attended a writing workshop offered by the city. The eight of us wrote our names and contact info on a sheet of paper and we each left with a Xerox copy. I’ve had no contact with any of the other attendees until this one call from a woman who said she’d intended to call me all along to see how it was going.
Is it just strange, or is it a sign that this workshop could be useful to me? Of course, I don’t know for sure, but I do believe that people come into our lives to guide us in one way or another, even if we don’t recognize it until after the fact. It’s possible that the purpose of our contact isn’t related to writing at all.
I will see where this experience takes me, because I registered for the conference last night.
Have you had similar strange encounters? Have you looked back and recognized someone’s purpose for being in your life? If you’ve got a story, I hope you share 🙂