Let's Make It Happen

This whole writing thing is something that has become more official. Official? What? How? Says who?

Well... says me.

I visited an unknown place to me yesterday. It consisted of a hike a couple stair cases up with a bold heart and a smirk. As I turned a corner I had not known of before, I  could sense intelligence coming upon me as germs jump on a susceptible victim. My heart beat with a thump that was louder and more vigorous than before, but it was a courageous kind of thump. A thump that said, "You are actually doing this." A thump that reminded me of my ambition.

I stood in the doorway and embraced the moment as I was about to come into contact with some of my future heroes of excellent minds, words, and imagination.

Whew. I took a step. And then another, till I found myself in front of his doorway.

Wait! This was a monumental moment. I had to take a step back once more. I reviewed my already composed questions and said a little prayer.

Okay.

*knock , knock , knock* I found him hunched over his desk with a moving pen in his hand. He slowly turned his head after a delay that seemed like forever.

"Hi, my name is B__." My hand extended out for a handshake that exposed my nerves, as it was a weak one. He looked at me with wonder of how he could service me.

"Um," I could not figure out where to start my words. "My name is B__ and I have a passion for writing..."

He peered up from his glasses as his head remained tilted a bit low.

"I want to do something with this passion."

He took a slight pause, readjusted  and stated, "Well, let's make it happen."
After some conversation about the technical details, I turned around and left his office with a smile that was formed through nerves and excitement and made a thud of the desk near the door as I bumped into it with a discombobulated mind.

So, long story short: It is happening! Here I am writing with my artsy music, an inspired heart, and looking at the sunset. That is all.