It’s exciting, isn’t it?
Writing your first book and then sending the final version to your editor and later it being available (and SELLING!) on stores like Amazon.
The months (or even years) of hard work are over, and now you can watch with pride as your book goes out into the world.
Now, you can sit back as your ideas and stories make an impact on readers and earn you a side-income.
You can finally call yourself an author.
But, what if you’re not there yet? What if you’re still struggling to finish writing your first book?
Then, I think you’ll agree with me that writing a book is tough work.
Like really tough.
But, don’t worry.
In this post, I’m going to be honest with you.
I’m going to reveal seven of the most common writing mistakes aspiring authors must avoid (and how you can do it).
These are the common writing mistakes that tripped me up before I published my first book.
If you want to call yourself an author, don’t let them hoodwink you.
Here’s an interview I did recently with Dave Chesson of Kindlepreneur about selling books on Kindle. You can listen online by clicking the play button above or read the transcript below. If you’d like to download the audio to listen to later, click this button:
Self Publishing School is launching this week, and it’s a great way to learn how to write, publish and sell your first book.
I recently caught up with Chandler Bolt, the author of six self-published books and the founder of Self Publishing School.
In this video interview, he told me about:
- How to self-publish a book in 2017
- The one thing you must do before you write or self-publish your book
- How to avoid the common mistakes new writers (not authors!) make
- The simple rule that helps Chandler balance writing with running a successful business
You can listen to the interview online, download the audio to listen to later (click the button below) or watch the video. There’s also a transcript if you’d prefer to read the interview.
Last month, a friend asked me to help with a street collection for a charity in Dublin. Being introverted, I procrastinated about it for two weeks. Eventually, I decided a good cause trumpets my desire to work alone.
So, I donned a luminous bib for the charity, and I wandered out onto the rainy, cold streets of Dublin with a bucket in hand.
I held out the bucket as strangers walked up and down looking at their phones, shoes, straight ahead, behind, anywhere and everywhere but at me and my half-empty bucket.
(I couldn’t blame them; I’ve done the same many times.)
I was jingling the coins inside and studying a billboard for the new Star Wars film when a middle-aged, well-dressed woman tapped me on the shoulder.
“I want you to know why I can’t donate today,” she said, her voice round like an over-sized lemon. “They organised a big collection at church on Sunday, and I gave a lot, a lot.”
“That’s good to know,” I said, wrapping my hands around the bucket. “I best get back to it.”
The woman nodded, pulled her handbag onto her shoulder and walked down the street.
Thinking about our exchange that night, I wondered why this well-heeled woman was so concerned about what I thought of her refusal to put a few euro into my lonely bucket.
(I wasn’t even thinking about her!)