Japanese author Haruki Murakami decided to become a novelist while he was watching a baseball game in 1978.
In a column penned for The Telegraph, the bestselling author recounted his career as a small shop owner. Then one day, he decided he could write a novel. Here is how he explains the feeling:
I can still recall the exact sensation. It felt as if something had come fluttering down from the sky, and I had caught it cleanly in my hands. I had no idea why it had chanced to fall into my grasp. I didn’t know then, and I don’t know now. Whatever the reason, it had taken place. It was like a revelation. Or maybe epiphany is the closest word. All I can say is that my life was drastically and permanently altered in that instant – when Dave Hilton belted that beautiful, ringing double at Jingu Stadium.