Consummate authors scare us. They turn us from rabbits to turtles. Instead of tearing along, enjoying the wind in our hair and the exhilaration of taking great leaps forward, we toddle along heavily, sniffing the air for signs of danger and twitching back into our shell at every instant. How then can we unleash our inner rabbit, pirate or hard-boiled investigator? And does it even matter if we have a voice?
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We all know people who are more worthy than us to write a book. They are our teachers, mentors, friends and colleagues. It's intimidating to know that these excellent people have chosen – for whatever reason – not to commit their ideas to paper.
Have you ever set aside a whole day, or scheduled a full morning to write, only to find that somehow, the whole time gets wasted? Ouch. You arrive at the allocated time, but you are sick. You sit down to write a chapter, but instead, you completely restructure your book outline, only to realise that the original one was better. You decide that mornings are your best writing time, but somehow you always have something else to do in the morning. Or you sit staring at your laptop, or page, and sink deep into the ‘I’m not good enough’ mindset.
When we write a book, and publish it, we commit ourselves big time. We put a stake in the sand. The sheer enormity of the commitment sends bolts of fear through our body. And Wissner-Gross explains why. We fear that we are closing off options and going against everything we believe to be intelligent. Publishing a book is both dumb and inhuman because it is: a physical process that tries to limit future freedom of action and increase constraints in its own future. Right?
Today, practicing gratitude is one of the most powerful ways I can transform my mood if I’m in a funk. Yes, it does take practice. Old habits die hard. For example, in the past, I could only be grateful for big-ticket items: a new job, for example. Today, I feel grateful for the small things: the smell of coffee, a smile, or someone offering me their seat of the crowded tram (come to think of it, that’s a big one!).
Having a strong view without offending someone is impossible. Perhaps you take exception to my last sentence. If so, I've proved my point. When we talk about what we know to be true, someone always disagrees. Most thought leaders are comfortable with this in their day-to-day work. They can look sceptics, doubters and critics in the eye and answer them with stories, and data and compassion. When it comes to committing your views to print, it's a different matter.
My clients tend to struggle with choosing from too many ideas, not too few. And, since most of us (I include myself here) stew on the idea of writing a book for ages before we sit down to write one, many ideas are jostling in a queue for attention.
When I am talking to thought leaders – coaches, trainers, and speakers – about writing their books, I can almost see the question bobbing in the front of their minds: ‘Can’t I just pay you to interview me and write my book?’
I sat down at a café table a month ago and watched my daughter’s eyes brim with tears at the implications of the US President Donald Trump coming to power. The hate, the division and the stupidity floored her. I feel the same. At that moment, I decided to make sure every blog I wrote this year included a reference to the stupidity of President Trump. My blog is not a political one – it’s about the positioning power of writing business books and blogs – but weaving a reference to President Idiot into all my blogs makes my task more fun. We are drawn to ...
About 10 days ago, a chocolate brown poodle ran in front of my push bike, and I couldn’t stop in time. I fell off and ended up in a hospital with a broken wrist and received what the doctors like to call lacerations (horrid gashes) to my knee and my forearm. Ouch ...