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I Want Your Life

A vague story idea hits you one day. You think it would pass, just like a hundred other vague ideas have, in the past. But to your surprise, this one stays. You are unsure at first, but interest seeps in gradually. You toy with the idea in your head. 

As the story takes shape and characters are born, you are drawn deep into that universe. You look up facts, read accounts, and do some research on matters that would form the core of the story.

You observe. Your family, friends, colleagues, neighbors, the people you saw on the metro or in a restaurant. You engage in social debates - online and offline. You observe life. All of it may not find its way into a story. But, some would.

You start writing (typing). An entire chapter some days. A few lines some other days. As you write, you realize the story is evolving over the course. You finish writing the first draft. You add a working title. “I Want Your Life”.

Your story is now a word document in your computer. You want it to be a paperback on bookshelves. You research more about editors and publishers. You approach them, and after meeting with multiple parties, decide to move ahead with one that makes you feel is right for your work.

The editor starts going through what you have written. You are apprehensive - this is the first time you are letting someone else see the world you have created. With their keen eye for detail, they inspect everything and share feedback on what works and what doesn’t.

You revisit the story, and make some changes. You get a good feeling about it. You brainstorm with the publishing team and their illustrator about what image would best capture the essence of the story. The creative inputs grow into a beautiful idea, which leaves everyone satisfied. Your vague story idea has finally taken the shape of a book.

There are more hurdles to cross. Registration of the book. Printing of the copies. Setting up a seller account on online platforms. Launching an electronic version of the book. 

And then, a day comes. The hurdles are behind you. Your book is ready for the world. You realize that the working title works out pretty well.

I Want Your Life. Available in paperback and ebook formats. On Amazon.

Thank You for the constant support you have shown me ever since I announced the idea of this book. Here we are.

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