So I’m writing a book, and after explaining what the book is about to a good friend, he asks me why am I writing it? I gave the obvious answer of course, “Because I’ve always wanted to write a book.” And then comes the predictable question, “Why?”
And then my mind produces a deluge of possible answers:
Because I have something to say, that is important? Because I want to be famous/rich/acknowledged?Because I want people to get how smart I am?
Note the question marks. It’s just amazing to me that I had not thought of why I wanted to do this. I then began really thinking and writing about the purpose of the book. What would it mean to me, my readers, to people that I… Continue reading


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