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My First Book Was a Writing Disaster
It took two grueling years of my life, writing five pages a day, to create a lousy first book, but a year later it was finally published
Two years of sunrise mornings pounding on a keyboard, hoping the coffee would finally get my mind to work as fast as my fingers.
Two years of squeezing in my five pages a day until I felt like sitting under the desk, drinking heavily, counting on a big glass of wine to erase too much of too much writing.
Two years, and a few days, and my first 400-page, nonfiction future masterpiece, first draft, was done. I printed it out and put it into a binder to get the feel of what it would be like printed. I even created a fake cover just for a touch of reality.
Then I sent it to my editor. He called and said there were a few issues.
We spent a couple of hours on the phone and when I clicked off, I sat and stared at the binder on the desk, and I knew — this book was a terrible attempt at a first book — but at least I learned how to type well I mumbled to myself as I poured the wine.
My book was everything I knew about the business side of the fitness industry. I had been lecturing round the world for years, written hundreds of articles, and…
