Seven years ago, I had so much I wanted to say. I began writing recklessly and randomly, telling my story in various ways.
Five years ago, my agent said people responded to my self-care ideas. My writing found a focus. I made “self-care” the hub.
Then I made a mindmap. Every idea branched off.
I read, I highlighted, I compiled lists and notes. I hoarded quotes and stories. I dreamed, I gazed, I thought, I prayed.
I researched. Not only books but scientific articles too.
Then I gave each chapter a home, inside a file, inside a box. I sorted my quotes, articles, and ideas and tucked them inside those files within the box.
I wrote chapters. I met with critique partners — we sharpened iron. Each new edit was placed into the file. It was a messy hodge podge.
We ate and drank, laughed and cried, and spurred each other on. No one does anything of value alone.
I piled everything into one document and sent it to my agent, who got it sold. A team of editors believed in what I’d written.
The first edit is done. (I love editors!) As of now, I have a title, but I can’t tell anyone until the board approves.
I’m not sure how the book finally gets finished. I don’t know what the cover will look like or when I get to write my acknowledgements, back cover, etc. I have much to learn, but you can be sure I’ll write another post telling you what happens.
Have you written a book? What was your process?