When I was in college I had a teacher who many might consider strange. She was a poet, more ethereal than concrete, more create and free than any other professor I had met. Naturally, I was drawn to her. I found her wise and amazing. At the end of my first semester with her, I learned that she always gave a present to all of her creative writing students. She gave each of us a poem and a drawing she came up with after a meditation session in which she focused on the particular student she wanted to have a gift for... because of course.
My poem is good and it is mine and I will not share it here.
I will say this though: she drew a picture of a book with the title The ABCs of Dinkology on its spine. This is a significant moment, folks, for when she showed me the drawing, which was on a simple notecard, something clicked in me, something magical. That's the only way I can explain it. You see, for some reason that title gave me a name for a character I had been writing stories about for years. He had never had a name that stuck. None of them had every felt right. But suddenly, almost inexplicably, his name appeared before me: Maxwell Wayne Dinkman.
If you aren't aware of the creative process, you probably don't understand why this is such a big deal in my writing life. There are fits and starts. There are ebbs and flows. This kicked off quite a flow. Eventually, this led to four books from two differnet publishers. With any luck, it'll lead to six. I'm not going to get into how the books formed because that took a few years. And I'll go into it in a later entry.
For now though, understand that there are little moments in life, tiny gifts, that can lead you to great things. Don't ignore them. And aways say thank you.