One day, almost exactly 10 years ago, I walked into a bookstore in Hawaii and discovered something fascinating.
It was an overly large magazine, with big glossy pages that flopped over in the humid air, and it was chock-full of articles on how to write. The magazine was called Writers’ Forum.
It was from the UK, a long way away.
At the time, I was an angsty aspiring writer, so of course I devoured that magazine cover to cover, hunting for advice I could use to become a real author. I decided that someday, I wanted to see my name published in that magazine.
But was my writing good enough? I suspected not. At least not yet.
Little did I know what was about to happen next. Continue reading