Reading time: 1.46 418 words Hey Reader, If I see one more productivity book by a rich white dude with a wife-wife and a work-wife and an underpaid VA in the Philippines, I swear to all that is bro-ly that I will flip a fucking table. Do you know what is MUCH more interesting than a guy with plenty of time and money telling us we all have the same 24 hours in a day and we just have to use it better? A single mum with two dogs, two businesses, and ADHD, who is running a thriving business and still manages to go surfing once a week because she’s genuinely figured out how to make her time work best for her. THAT’S the book I want to read. Cos if she can do that, she’s got skills and tips I need to hear, and probably a hell of a story too. So I do not want to hear “Who am I to write a book? Who wants to hear from little old me?” No simpering false modesty, please. No bs about how you “don’t have an interesting story to tell.” Excuse me, you do. The best stories are the most relatable ones, and those are grounded in the minutiae of our everyday lives. The mundane. The normal. We think “sexy” has to mean “Hollywood blockbuster” with high drama and villains. It doesn’t. We pull the sexy and the drama out of the shared moments of our humanity and we make them resonate. Time was, the publishing gatekeepers would only put your book out there if your face fitted. That's not the case anymore. You can write your book. You can publish your book. You can market the shit out of your book. You can do all that any way you like and you should. Your voice matters .Your story matters. Especially if it’s not exactly the same as every other story out there (I’m looking at you, AI lovers and formulaic business book bros). So use the voice you have to write the damn book because I promise you, your book will change lives — not least, YOUR life. Are you ready? If so, the Creative Playground is a REALLY good place to start.
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