Tell Your Story: How to – The First Part 
One of the questions that I keep being asked when I share that I just published my first book is… people’s excitement or wish that they could also write their story.
I want to talk a little bit about how I went about writing my story in the hopes that maybe it might motivate other people. Or let you realize that it’s actually something that can happen and that it’s not that hard.
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Don’t get me wrong, publishing a book is a difficult process and the landscape is changing so much — so the business end of it is a little bit difficult. But writing your story is the first part. And everyone has a story to tell! How you go about sharing that story is kind of what I’m here to talk about.
A few years back I was overwhelmed with the success I had noticed in my life. And I took a moment and decided to write a letter to all those that helped basically raised me after my mom passed away.
If you know any part of my story, I’ve never known who my father is, so there were a lot of people involved in helping me get through. That’s what “CANELA” is all about actually.
So I started writing these letters basically to say thank you and in the first letter that I wrote which was to “Jackson”, which is in the book, I explained a very specific period or moment where I realized he had “saved” me.
And I decided to post that one letter on a previous website I had — and the comments, and the reaction — was just overwhelming and incredible. And people started saying, “…you should write a book…”.
So I took the 12 other letters that I was starting to write – the ideas that I had — and because I wasn’t actually in touch with everyone readily, I just kept writing the letters and I put it aside.
Then I put them in chronological order when I was done. And then I wove a thread through the entire “chapters” – through the entire story – trying to kind of combine them together.
I asked myself: who would I be sharing this story with if I wanted to tell someone who all these people were?
And then it became a manuscript.
And that’s how the creative process – for me – started and ended.
I then had a manuscript that I needed someone to also read and help me fill in the blanks of the things that I was missing — because I was so “in it” at the time. When you’re writing, when you’re creating sometimes you don’t see what other people can see…
So once I was done with the first part of it: which was just getting that story down and getting that thread through it all – I had a friend of mine, read it. And that helped me to construct other little pieces that needed to be put into the book, into the manuscript at that time.
The purpose of this post is to share with you that there is no right or wrong way to share your story or to tell your story. And there’s no reason for you not to start trying – even if you just sit down today and write one paragraph of what you think you might want to write about, that would be the beginning of the process.
Or write a letter to someone telling a certain part of a funny story about what happened to you when you were eleven or last week — it doesn’t matter — there is no rule how you choose to start writing, except that you have to start writing. Or maybe for you it’s painting, or maybe for you it’s recording something or sculpting something?
I wanted to write this post to kind of take away this idea that it is so hard 
and so difficult and that there was something different about how writers go about writing and how other people go about creating.
It is all about sitting down and deciding for yourself that your story should be told!
And so I hope you’ll share with me how you go about that or if you’re going to go about it — because I would love to learn more about how people go about sharing their story – how you go about the process of writing, or creating in any form, that you choose to do it. It inspires me!
As always, thanks for stopping by — have a sweet day.
I’ll be back again real soon!
Carmen
She gets a little ahead of me and she tells me that I can’t have any candy. I steal a gumball anyway and plop it in my mouth. And as luck would have it, I start choking on that gumball and end up on the floor choking really hard. People are starting to gather — I can still see my mother’s face even today. It’s seared in my head – there is this moment where she turns around and realizes that I’m choking and she doesn’t come running over, she doesn’t rush or whatever, but she looks at me with that face of disappointment. In what may have been a few seconds, I can tell by the way she’s looking at me that this was a consequence of a choice I made.
