Writing a book was an idea that I got about two years ago. I have always loved writing – poems, stories, blogs… But then something clicked inside my head. It wasn’t actually anything dramatic, it was merely a knowledge of my own about the delicacy of life. How short it is and how it can end so suddenly. We have only this one life, and if there's a dream, change it into a goal right now. Not someday. Now. Set the date, make a plan and start working your way towards the goal.
I began thinking, that I want to leave something behind me when it’s my time to go. I want my children and maybe grandchildren to slide their fingers on the cover of a book that their granny wrote when she was young. I don’t know, maybe it’s silly but it gives me pleasure to imagine this.
When I started writing a book, it was horrible. I had no idea how to build a story, how to get the book published and I had no idea how the business worked. Now, I’m still learning, but I have made myself proud. I actually did it!
Now that I’ve been working to make this happen, I’m finding that I love it. I love the business, I love the cover planning, I love the marketing, and of course – I love the writing. If I could, I would write my books all day long. Spend my days creating, marketing, planning… Ah. Well, never say never.
If nothing else comes of this, at least I stepped off from my comfort zone, proved to myself that I can do anything if I set my mind to it. And there's lot more to come.