Fun fact: 81% of people want to write a book. Only 1% will ever do it. As a published author (25 Ways to Win, the pocket guide to addiction recovery) I’m already top tier. So why the hell cant I just stop there?
Because I’m an overachiever? No.
Glutton for punishment? Hardly!
Because there is a message keeping me up at night. Every night. And it appears I will find no rest until I purge these words from my heart and psyche. I am pregnant with possibility, nauseous with labor, and moderately terrified of what’s to come. There are even moments I feel paralyzingly panic stricken.
Perhaps it’s the genre. I suddenly wish I wrote trashy romance novels instead of communicating soul-shaking transformational truths.
If I die before this book is born, people will find in the remains a tortured soul. I hate writing. It hurts in places I didn’t know I had.
So back to the original question: why the hell do I do it?
To stop the pain. Not just mine, but yours too. And for the generations to come.
We are family. And if we’re not, we ought to be.
I am an entrepreneur living in the leap from the life I was programmed to live into the life of my dreams.