I think most writers can identify the meaning behind the set of numbers in the title of this blog. Yes, it is the area code of New York City. It is what all of us hope to see on the caller ID every time the phone rings.
So there I was yesterday. Sitting in a satellite training course at work, listening to a slow speaking, monotone instructor drone on about Asbestos Awareness, when my cell goes off. I reach into my pocket so I can silence the ringer when I notice it ... 212. Instantly my heart rate kicks up a notch. Okay several notches. I glance over at my boss who is frowning at me. I did what any self respecting writer would have done. I got right up out of my seat and walk out of the room to answer.
I wish I could say that it was an agent gushing praise and calling me the best thing to come along since do-it-yourself-home jerky kits. For those of you who don't know me I have an intense aversion to most all foods that do not fall into the meat category and jerky is my basic staples.
But it was an agent, and she did say she really liked what she had read and yes there is a hint of promise in the air. It is said that April showers bring May flowers so now I'll sit back and hope that this April phone call, blooms into a sweet smelling bouquet somewhere down the road.