Publishing my first book…

I published my first book a year ago, on this very day; I wasn’t thinking right. I published it because I didn’t know what else to do with it. It was like one of those scenarios where you just want to get things off your chest. I wanted to get a book off my laptop. My book was rusting beneath files of essays, journals, lab reports, and textbooks.

I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. How do I get a book published? How do I contact agents? How do I reach publishing agencies? So, I did what any normal person would do. I cried. I cried more than I wrote because it was the easy way out. Because there was something comforting about closed doors, I didn’t have to worry about what was on the other side.

I didn’t write to get myself published. I wrote as a way of relieving stress, as a way to cope with the anxiety bubbling inside of me. It helped until I was starting to fail my classes because I wasn’t paying attention to them. I failed physics and then Organic chemistry and I ended up dropping them both last minute. I would open my textbook, lay it across the table and stare at it until my eyes would hurt. I just couldn’t force myself to read. While taking down notes, in class, I would start scribbling in my notebook, writing poems that no one would ever read.

It was anxiety that stopped me from studying. Imagine having a huge elephant sitting on your chest and you can’t explain it to anyone. Or imagine feeling like the walls of the classroom are shrinking and you’re suffocating. The pounding headaches, the tensing, the stressing and the losing weight. The more I suffered the more I wrote. Most of my pages and notebooks were filled with meaningless incoherent words. I would ignore everyone, skip classes, go to the library, sit on the carpet in between the shelves and I would write. Cry and write. Because I didn’t know why I was feeling this way. Why was an Honor roll, Arista student, who never got below a ninety struggling with passing a class? I loved physics and calculus but solving even the simplest equations seemed so complicated. I wanted to drop out so badly, but I didn’t and that caused more damage. There was one thing I learned though: when you suppress yourself just to fit in, you wreck a beautiful part of yourself and that’s what I did. In my effort to please everyone around me, I forgot who I actually was. I was pretending to be someone I wasn’t, and in that process, I forgot how many masks I was wearing. I’ve realized that now…

I’m odd. Weird. A freak. But this is just how I am. Abnormal. Clumsy. And I’m okay with that.

I’m peeling off my masks, and I’m redefining everything. I’m losing friends, being hated, but I’m learning to accept this part of myself. I’m okay with it. I think.

But through all that depression, all that anxiety and all those panic attacks, I wrote a 90,000-word page novel with grammatical errors and an ugly cover. I put it on Amazon and it was horrible. I had so many errors and the people who were supposed to have my back never told me. I have such awesome friends.

But the people I didn’t know and never met were more supportive. They gave me feedback and constructive criticism. I took down my book, got it professionally edited, made a new cover and I put it back up again.

In this whole process of burning and reforming, there is so much I learned. The most important lesson was to never give up. Fuck the world- but don’t back down.

But that day, a year ago, I promised myself that I wouldn’t back down, not even if the earth rumbled or the sky broke apart. It didn’t matter if no one read what I wrote. I would write because it makes me happy. Because it’s an escape from this world, into a world that runs on the tips of my fingers.

Link to my book on Amazon: The City of Saints

22 thoughts on “Publishing my first book…

  1. I am sorry to know that how much you went through during your study life and I feel the same way of how you regard writing. This pastime pacifies my empty soul when loneliness crops up, and it enables me to let all my blooming thoughts and emotion burst. Writing is like being myself without worrying how the others perceive us in reality. It is the personal, quiet moment for me to dive deep into the world of my own, like a home of my soul regardless of what happened in this real world. Wishing you all the best in your writing journey and I look forward to your upcoming blog posts and also your book! 🙂

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  2. Let your weird light shine bright so the rest of us know where to find you!
    I loved this blog entry and I’d love to know what your book title is so I can read those 90,000 awesome words!
    Lastly, when you said you were “weird and hated”… I smiled! Because I too am weird and hated by some. But listen here… those who think you’re weird and hate you… THEY ARE NOT YOUR TRIBE! Your tribe loves your weirdness because it’s unique and it makes their weirdness feel safe. And for that no one can hate you! Your true people, they will love you, and you’ll know it by the calm carefree way you mr body feels around them.

    Celebrate this anniversary! You earn it! It’s brave as hell to write a book and release it into the world. You are a warrior of vulnerability! Cheers to you weird one! I want to be just like you when I grow up!

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  3. The transformation of your book is much like the transformation in your life. You received help from strangers, what great feeling. You grew in strength to brush yourself off and republish. You are stronger and wiser, also know who friends are. You are stronger than you think you are. Never forget that!

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  4. Hey rinum, after reading your posts(specially this one), I feel how similar we are and then feel a vibe of confidence in me because then I know it is not only me strugling and having an introvert personality………..
    I am surely fallimg in love with your writings.
    And thankyou for visiting my site, for subscribing it and for giving such positive responses.

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