It all started with our first trip to Sri Lanka. Excited and enchanted by the beauty of a new culture, I felt compelled to blog. Incessantly. Tirelessly. Everyday, to Peter’s chagrin. About the colonial grandeur of Colombo, the elephant orphanage in Pinnawala, the eco-lodge in Kandelama, the rock fortress of Sigiriya, the verdant tea plantations in Nuwara Eliya, a safari gone wrong in Yala, and the beautiful East Coast. After all, why shouldn’t the rest of my database experience Sri Lanka with me from the comfort of their own armchair?
My writing didn’t stop with Sri Lanka. I blogged about the color and chaos of our month in Mexico, the art of living in Alsace and the South of France, enchantment and nostalgia in the Czech Republic, and a plethora of adventures across the United States. As much fun as I had exploring other parts of the world, I discovered an even greater pleasure in re-experiencing our adventures months, even years, after our trip by re-reading what I had written. Such are the power of words.
I decided to compile what I had written and published several books. There was “Travel Bible For Women,” a complete guide to safe and smart travel, “Culture Savvy For Women,” a guide to culturally correct behavior around the world, and “A Foodie & Fashionista’s Guide To London” in honor of one of my favorite cities in the world. Finally, I picked up the courage to tell my own story over 5 decades of travel in “Losing Sight Of The Shore.” Four books within three years.
If I just made publishing four books within three years sound like a piece of cake, then please forgive me. It was an extremely steep learning curve, filled with very confronting moments and the occasional person who was less than supportive. Because I didn’t have another self-published author who could take me by the hand and say, “This is what you need to do,” I made every mistake in the book and spent far more money than I needed to. As for the “guaranteed fame and fortune” and “instant success” that all the expensive packages, courses and audios promised as a result of publishing one’s book, that never arrived. I now know that there is no “instant” or “guaranteed” anything. However, I learned a heap about the self-publishing world and more about my own tenacity.
As I happened to be a few steps ahead of some budding authors in the self-publishing game, several approached me for advice, guidance, reassurance. And so “The Joy Of Self-Publishing” Workshop was born, with the first one being held in my studio this coming Sunday.
Can’t make it? Never mind. I’m holding another one on Saturday, 30 November, 2013. So drop me a line if you too are yearning to see your life’s work in print!