Three years ago, if someone told me I’d write a book, I would have laughed – not out loud, of course – that would have been rude, but I’d quietly question their sanity. Write a book? Me? Today, the only person’s sanity I question is my own because I did, indeed, write a book – three actually. It’s been a long, all-consuming, hedonistic, educational, inspirational and frustrating experience, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Here are a few tidbits about book writing I’ve learned along the way:
- I’ve learned how little I know;
- I’ve learned that most character archetypes and story arcs have been around since the beginning of time;
- I’ve learned the value of a creative story editor and a keen-eyed copy editor;
- I’ve learned to love search engines;
- I’ve learned the importance of a sense of humour;
- I’ve learned to repeatedly thumb the pages of Strunk and White, the Handbook for Writers and The Canadian Oxford Dictionary;
- I’ve learned that there are creative, intelligent writers out there who are willing to share their time and considerable knowledge;
- I’ve learned that cold readers are indispensable;
- I’ve learned how much I love writing;
- I’ve been humbled by the generosity of friends, family and fellow writers who share this passion.
I’ve also learned I’m neither crazy nor alone, but that’s another blog post for another day.
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