The resounding support of the wonderful WordPress community encouraged me to share more details about my book. This post is about what got me started and where I am today.
April 1, 2015. Things were finally looking up for me career-wise. I had landed a three month internship as a content writer at a wonderful company. If things went well, it would evolve into a permanent position. I couldn’t be more grateful – it had been a tough couple of years figuring out what I wanted to do.
Then just a couple of days later, family problems compelled me to resign.
I was crushed.
I questioned myself over and over again, “why me?” Until the voice in my head flippantly retorted,” oh get a grip! That is the most cliché line ever!”
That thought suddenly reminded me of a long-forgotten note I had written on my phone. I hastily dug it up.
It was an idea for writing a quirky self-help book centered on clichés.
A crazy thought entered my head: why not actually do this now? Working was out of the question. So was sitting idle. This would keep me busy, maybe even help me deal with my pain. Besides, writing a book was something I had always wanted to do ever since I was little. Even if it sucked, I had nothing to lose. And so I started to write.
Yes, you read that right. I started writing straight away.
Unlike most first-time authors, I did zero market research and didn’t even think of a marketing plan.
All I wanted to do was finish what I had started. And though I often doubted whether what I wrote made sense or was even worthwhile, I kept writing.
As things began to gradually improve in my personal life, the reason I was writing changed drastically. No longer was this book a means to keep busy. It became a book with a message that needed to reach the masses. That’s when I began to approach publishers.
Today, I know that my book may or may not do well commercially. Still, I am proud of it. In fact, I consider it one of my biggest accomplishments. Because I know that writing a book is not easy even in the best of times. Yet, I penned mine in one of the darkest stages of my life. And I surprised myself, for who knew that three months later I’d have a coherent and finished book? Certainly not me.
So there it is dear readers, the story of how I got started on my book. What made you start writing? Let me know in the comments below :)