I never set out to write about love. If you know my story, you know that my first book, Dear Love, was only about love based on notes I was writing on Instagram. There are enough relationship experts right? I mean some of them even give relationship advice without successful relationships. But I digress. It all started because of how much I was learning about God’s love for me. That was the starting point and it started to ooze into every part of how I related to others as well.
Monthly I participate in a Mastermind Call with some of the most phenomenal women that I have met on the interwebs. Getting close to a year in, it has already yielded some amazing results not just in things that we have accomplished but in the sense of community and support it has created. Many, if not all of us are writers, and this idea of self-publishing came up in which one of the women said something that we all had to nod profusely to. “I am not a self-published author but an author that’s self-published.”
When I met my now fiancé, I was actually an aspiring songwriter and I remember him saying to me, you are going to write books someday. I laughed because I always felt that in my heart as a child too but here I was pursuing a slightly different path. When I was young, I remember trying to read “Fly Girl” and thinking, I could write better than this. (Sorry no offense to Omar Tyree, I was young and just felt if he could do it I could do it.) I never did finish that and hear it’s a hood classic. But I digress. I was an avid reader and knew that one day, I too wanted my words to be able to affect people, and I just didn’t quite know how it would manifest.