Thanks to Lisa Solomon, I found this gem of a post from Danny Evans, author of Dad Gone Mad who expressed his joy at realizing his dream of writing books.

Excerpt:

One night, about a year ago, I decided to quit dreaming.

Every day, every night, for 20 years, the dream was exactly the same– same props, same characters, same outcome. I could picture all of itwith vivid clarity, but the fantasy never survived the transition fromsleep to the real here and now. It burned up on re-entry. It lived onlyin the ether of my mind.

In the dream, I was an author. I wrote books. I spent my days onsafari in my own imagination. I was satisfied. I was doing what I lovedfor a living, and that contentment permeated every hard, dark corner ofmy existence. Then suddenly I was awake again, and the reality that Iwas NOT the person in my dream washed over me like rain cloud.

So one night, about a year ago, I decided to quit dreaming. I satdown at my keyboard and began to write. I began to create the trappingsof my dream in real life.

It has been the hardest year of my writing life. Rejection hasreigned. Every small victory has been countered by enormousdisappointment and despair. I have neglected friendships,responsibilities, family obligations. Phone calls and emails have goneunreturned. I have opened my soul to criticism, and I have convincedmyself that this is my last best chance to accomplish something formyself – to escape the rut of cubicle jobs, financial desperation andcareer aimlessness.

Thursday morning, my agent called from New York.

“You have a book deal,” she said.

Just like that, the dream became real.

Read the rest here.

All I can say Danny is ROCK ON!  That is the best. 

Workplace warning:  f-bomb word in post (this and others), and in the comments.  Used in a fun way, but if your corporate filters will get mad at you for this, better to read at your home computer.  If you don't dig profanity, better take a pass.