Last year Ig Publishing approached me to write a book on the issue of combat PTSD in our returning OEF/OIF troops. I'd been blogging for a few years, but had never written a book before.
As any writer I suppose I'd wanted to write a book eventually. Someday. When I had more time. When I knew what to say. And how to say it.
I thought I'd write of my father, who fought on the streets in Budapest during the Hungarian Revolution of 1956. I'd call it, "Revolutionary Daughter" or something lofty like that. I'd even started interviewing my parents and buying books on the topic to begin my research.
But did I think I'd ever really write a book in my life? Really?