A elderly woman was sitting next to my daughter on a train to London, asking another passenger if he was a publisher. No, he wasn’t but he inquired about why she asked. Not surprisingly, she said she was writing a book. More endearing was her explanation that she had finished the book, but the publisher she approached said she needed to ‘type it up’. I so much hope she can find someone to type her book in this digital era, and that she types it up on a computer and not a typewriter.
Still, like taking the first wave, getting started in the hardest part. Good for her.