Where did "The Fifteen People I Met" begin?

Hello everybody!

I am really glad to meet you all through this post. So, when this is my first post in my very own website, I should say that I am really glad to talk about my first book. "The Fifteen People I Met," is the first and the only book that I have written so far, and at this point, I should say that I am glad to tell you all that I am working on a volume 2 to it. Meanwhile, I am also posting the video version of the book, and I am receiving a lot of comments on that too. I am really happy that you are very comfortable in sharing your feedback with me. Please feel free to do so at any time. So, there has been a lot of questions to a=me about, how this book started. People questioned me on how I though I could become a writer, and where did the spark of this book come from. So, I am going to be honest in ths post, and I am going to tell you, where this book began.

I have always wanted to write a book, though I am not much into writing books. The only book that doesn't put me to sleep is The Bible, and anything other than that will not be able to survive with me. But, I should that I have no idea how I had the guts to try my luck in writing, when I don't read at all. But, I tried, I tried and I tried. When I was at my ninth grade, I started writing this novel. I almost finished thirteen chapters of it, but I never spoke to anyone about this. During the times when I was at my own, I continued writing the novel, and for the knowledge that I had that day, I was very sure that my novel came out at its best. One day, when I was at my peak of excitement for completing thirteen chapters of it, I went up to my dad and told him that I am writing a novel. My father was clearly surprised, and I was super excited. I asked him to sit down and listen to my story.

As I started explaining him the story, I realized how boring my story was. My father, being the hero of my life, and my greatest motivation, tried hard not to show any kind of expression to my boring story. By the middle of the story recital, I stopped and told him that I myself understand that my story is coming out to be a boring piece. He disagreed, but he also told me that I might not manage to bring out a good sale, with the kind of story that I had. He added that if I try, I can manage to come up with an interesting story some day. Though I had that in mind, I gave up on writing already, particularly after taking bachelor studies in English. When I am known for the confidence that I have in myself, I could literally see my confidence shatter during post graduation studies. I couldn't stand up for myself, because that was when I realized that language plays a very major role in anyone's growth.

I could see people speaking very fluent English, and amazing vocabulary, which was very difficult for me. People in my class were from different parts of the country and they have done their schooling with renowned schools, and I cornered myself, though none pushed me out. I decided not to bring disgrace on myself, and therefore, I gave up trying. I realized that my knowledge in English was nothing when compared to people who were English speakers from their birth, and some even had English as their first language. At this point of life, writing a book was far out of my list of accomplishments that I should do.

But, somewhere in the three years, I decided to learn the art of surviving. I decided to try my hand in writing, by writing small articles and blogs, and that was an absolue learning experience. I started writing commercial write-ups, interview blogs and articles for several websites, that gave me back the courage to fall in love with the pen in my hand. When I was doing my post graduation, I used to take the college bus, and my dad used to drop me that the pick-up point. We discuss a lot over the time I had to wait for the bus, and on a fine day, I told dad that I am meeting a lot of people, who affect me. Some affect me positively while some negatively. He said, I could write a book about it, and call it, "The Fifteen People I Met." Now, that was the spark! I took my pen and a notebook, and started writing. I could see how much I was in love with that pen in my hand! After some months, I find a self-publication forum, and my dream - "The Fifteen People I Met," happened!

If you have anything to share with me or question me, write to me @ sherlywriterbypassion@gmail.com