I wrote a book two years ago. It was my first, and I called it Struggle Central — a quarter-life collection of my messy memoirs. It started as an ebook because I had no idea what I was doing as a self-publisher. I figured I’d take this whole book-building process slow and steady.
A few months went by, dozens of people left me supportive emails and reviews, and I figured it was time to turn the crank on my book’s next evolution — the paperback. Gosh, for all the exhilaration released with the ebook, there was nothing like holding my book and turning its tangible pages for the first time.