I tried writing my first book before I even called myself a writer. It was a “closet” project that I told almost nobody about. The book was titled Waking Up and, in it, I outlined ten steps on how to live a happier, more fulfilled life. But when I got to page thirty, it fizzled. I simply ran out of things to say. (No surprise. I was about 23 at the time and didn’t have a lot of life experience.) But that seed to write—a seed that was with me as a young girl and forgotten as I grew up and headed …
