My bookHi Y’all

I have news for you. My book is coming out at the end of May. I had to let you know, you my BFFs (that is best friends forever- for those, like me, who are terrible at three letter acronyms).

First up I want to say, please sign up for my monthly email newsletter because you’re my friend and I believe you would like to hear random stuff from me. For some of you it’s because I think you may be interested in my book, which is about “three young men and a Swedish racehorse owner who fought for freedom from apartheid.”

Nuff said…

Author Dana Stabenow says, “Writing a book is like giving birth to a full grown moose, with rack (antlers).”

Well, I’ve discovered, that is true.

At the end of May, I will bring forth into this crowded book world my own dazzling bundle of book. After many tries, it was, as with all authors, an immaculate conception. My husband had that blank look on his face when I told him I was pregnant with book. I could almost see the “Huh?” thudding around his brain like the ball in a pinball machine.

“Never mind I said,” and left him to eat his toast in peace.

The first few months were harrowing. You know those months when the book is first forming. There’s so much to think about, so many directions it could take, so much research to do. It was like wrestling a giant porcupine.

I had so many questions. What is the heart of the book, how will its character develop, and of course the most troubling question, will it ever be born?

Well, I got through the first few months, but the next phase was even worse. People began to point at it and reject it outright. It broke my heart as some, I’ll call them agents, actually I’ll call them those damn agents, just ignored my baby. The more polite of those damn agents looked at it, smiled and shook their heads.

Well that very miserable time lasted a few months.

And then a miracle happened. I read a book called The Martian. It’s by Andy Weir. The book was great. It opens like this, “I’m pretty much fucked. That’s my considered opinion.”

It is about an astronaut who gets left behind on Mars. Apparently The Martian, the book, and the character, had been rejected for years by those damn agents. I mean years, like decades. But Weir persisted, publishing bits and pieces of it on his blog and then self publishing it and now it’s a super bestseller and they even made a movie based on it, starring Matt Damon. Or is it Jason Bourne? I don’t know I’m so confused between those two.

Anyway I emailed Andy Weir. He was nice enough to reply almost immediately. “If you can become an eye surgeon, you can certainly become an author,” he said.

So there you have it.

End of May. But I’ll be keeping you updated of course.

XOXO Manju

PS: Kitsu says Hi!

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