My decision to write a book wasn’t this instant light bulb moment. It was an idea I toyed with for some time. Truth be told, several years before this decision, I imagined that I would write a book one day.
Back then, I was only reading nonfiction. I was in my early twenties, and I thought I had become too grown up for fiction (George R.R. Martin changed this perspective for me – a conversation for a later post). After all, what was the point of investing hours (which could translate to days or weeks) reading something that would teach me nothing? So I would write nonfiction, I told myself. Continue reading “Writer’s Beginnings”