It's super curious. Because then reading Murakami's work I discovered that the same thing happened to him.

Murakami was watching a baseball game when someone hit a home-run and the idea of ​​writing a novel fell from the sky. Time later a pigeon he found on the street confirmed that he would be a writer.

I do not know how to explain it. I can only say that I followed that intuition and risked a lot to be a writer, and I don't know how or why but the intuition came true.

A big hug friend.