About writing my first book:
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with books: reading them,
collecting them, exchanging them with family and friends, recommending them and dreams of writing them. And, finally, the dream has become a reality.
Was it easy? No. Was it fun? Not really. Am I glad I finally wrote one?
Because, like most authors, I suspect that we are all perfectionists to some
degree. It’s certainly true in my case. I thought I needed to retire to have enough time to write. Then I thought I needed to experience new places to write so I traveled and traveled and traveled. But that’s another story. I thought I had to purchase a new laptop so I did. Then, I needed to learn how to use said laptop.
Thank heaven for the Geek Squad at a neighborhood store and my adult children for patiently answering my unending questions.
So, how did I begin writing my book? First, I had done my research many years ago, shortly after the disaster occurred. My interviews of various people served two primary purposes: to allow the administrators, faculty and staff as well as the students an opportunity to tell their respective narratives, and to record and
preserve these for posterity. In no way did I mean the previous statement to be
grandiose. But I very much believe that each of us has a story to tell and that story is to be respected as an integral part of the individual’s life and the meanings it represents.
Next, I talked to different friends about how they’d become authors to learn
about the process. Then I chose an online instructor one of my colleagues had recommended to assist me in both the creative process of writing and the
practical aspects of editing, proofreading, graphic design, and publishing.
And, as the saying goes, “the rest is history!” I sincerely hope you approach my book(s) with curiosity and that my story of writing will inspire you to follow your dreams, whatever they may be.
You and they are worth it!