I discovered my passion for writing after I quit my day job. So I began to write fiction stories, self-help books, and articles, blogs, etc.
I have been attempting to write a book for ages but in vain. I tried to gather all the information and the steps, but alas, I couldn't put myself together to get started.
I was strolling through the park close to mother nature to free my mind. I looked at the green grasses, trees, flowers along with various kinds of birds. I was watching them all in awe when someone called my name.
I looked back to find my female friend, Sally who was ushering me with her hand. I decided to walk up to her and find out what was going on. As I reached her, she said, "I have something magical to show you. Come to my car." I replied, "All right."
I followed her to where she had parked her car. She got inside and came out with a flash drive. She said mysteriously, “There is an audio file inside this flash drive. Listen to it. The audio is magical and will get you started in writing, which you have been trying for years without success.”
I was full of gratitude for my friend and said, "I can't thank you enough if what you say is true."
My friend, Sally said, "Don't worry. It will work- 100% guaranteed. Do not bother about thanking me. What are friends for? I would like you to get started in writing."
I said, "Thank you so much, Sally." I waved her goodbye until she was out of sight in her car. I returned to my apartment close by and couldn't wait to hear the audio.
I played the audio file in the Windows Mp3 player and listened to it with closed eyes. There was melodious music, and it filled my heart and soul with joy. I wondered if it would help in making me more creative. And almost immediately, I had a book idea. Eureka! I couldn't wait to get started.
I went into a trance and stopped the audio. Then I started writing. I wrote and wrote for weeks.
Weeks rolled into months, and I was still writing. For four months at a stretch, I wrote. A book was born. I had written about "The Creativities That Can't Hold You Back."
I proofread my book many times before hiring an editor who further polished my writing. I had a beautiful book cover designed. And then, when everything was ready, I uploaded it to several online bookstores.
I sent copies to my followers and asked them to review my book. And they did leave honest reviews on Amazon (which was one of the online bookstores) where I had uploaded my book.
With rave reviews and a considerable number of free downloads of my book over the span of three months, my book became a bestseller in several categories.
More people started to read my book as word spread out. It became an international bestseller as people over different parts of the world began reading it, and more and more people the world over were in demand of it.
I credited the piece of the audio file to my success as an author and talked about it to a select few of my fellow authors. One person among them showed great interest in hearing the file. I asked him to come over to my house and have chitchat together.
The following evening the visitor arrived. We talked on broad subjects, especially book marketing, now that my book had been released to the market. After a while, he reminded me that he was still interested in hearing the audio file.
I said, "Please, excuse me. I will be right back in a few minutes." I opened my laptop in the bedroom and sorted out the audio file, and it was ready to be played on the Windows MP3 player. I took my laptop to the living room, settled down, and started playing the audio.
The visitor, Samuel listened with interest, and after a while, he asked me to stop the recording. His first reaction was that of concern, and he asked me, "Mam, did you listen to the whole of the recording before?"
I admitted, "No, I had stopped the recording before it finished." The visitor smiled in relief and said," Don't listen to the end of the recording but delete it. I am saying it for your good only." I asked, "So you are familiar with the recording. What happens at the end?"
Samuel answered, “I am unable to give you further information. But do as I say.”
I replied, “All right, I will do as you say.”
I chitchat further with him until he left. I took my laptop to the bedroom where it belonged and forgot all about the audio file.
Later in the morning, I remembered the encounter with Samuel the previous evening. Naturally, my interest in the audio was aroused again. I remembered Samuel's words. I thought to myself, "How bad can it be? I want to listen to the end before deleting it." I paused. Then I reflected again, "If the end of the audio was the omen of bad luck, I had better not listen to it and let all the good luck prevail." Just then, a phone call came in, and I forgot about the audio again.
I held a party at my residence to celebrate the success of my book with near and dear ones. My laptop was open in my bedroom. A couple of my nephews had gathered in the bedroom. They began listening to the very audio that I had attributed to the success of my book!
But I was right on time there to stop it from being played further. My teenage nephews looked in awe as I deleted it.
I asked, “What made you play this audio?” The older one replied, “’We found the name of the audio funny and wanted to hear what it sounded like.”
As it turned out, the name of the audio was goodaudio.mp3, and it had propelled the interest of my nephews to play it.
And guess what- what happened to my nephews after they heard the part of the audio? Both my nephews started to write excellent English essays at school- so my sisters reported to me.
I credited the event to my little audio and told them of the whole tale along with that of Samuel, who had warned me to delete it and not to listen to the end.
“Did you delete it?” they asked. I said, “Yes, right in front of my nephews. If it brings bad luck by listening to the end, I would rather not listen to it nor let anyone else either.”
“We guess so”, they said. “We hope our sons will keep excelling in writing English essays.”
“I hope the same”, I said, with smugness enveloping me.
© 2020 Rosina S Khan