Write. Your whole life. Tell Stories to your family, to your friends and – sometimes – to total strangers.
Write one of these stories down.
Write a book.
Decide it’s not very good.
Read this one.
Laugh. A lot.
Decide it’s not half bad.
Rewrite the Fucking thing again.
Have it edited by a brilliant editor who gives great advice (thanks Julia)
Have it read by readers who help you hone it (thanks Norma, David, Warren).
Send it to an agent.
Have the agent return it, saying “Great story, but not for me.”
Realise this is a rejection.
For a Day.
Send it to a publisher, and wait to be rejected.
Get an email from the publisher.
An email that says how much they love your book, and that offers you a contract.
Stand on the edge of a cliff.
With a book you believe in with all your heart.
Realise that this – THIS – is what it feels like when dreams come true.
And, also, more excited and happier than you have been since Childhood…