Five years ago, I sat down to write my first book. For what it’s worth, I didn’t think it would take five years. I didn’t even think it would take one. Three novels later, all in varied stages of completion, I’m happy to say my current book is safely on its way to the shelf.
I even like it a little. That said, the whole thing hurt a great deal more than it should have. If I could go back in time and give myself a few pieces of advice before starting the process, they would be this: