Kaleb Nation: How to write a book
When I hear the word ‘author’ I get a somewhat old-fashioned and romantic picture in my head: Sitting in his study, a man broods over his notes, the sole light in the room coming from a half burned down candle. The room, stuffed with books from top to bottom, resembles a library. Absent-mindedly his eyes wander through the familiar space, his mind traveling to never before seen places, until finally, he starts to scribble down words. Kissed by the muse a story begins to unfold, the words flowing down onto hundreds of sheets of paper. After years of writing and never leaving his study, shutting himself away from the world, the masterpiece is finished. A novel is born. Like every artist, the author is somehow peculiar and eccentric, a mystery to other members of the human species. While trying to sell his carefully composed thoughts, he is left to live below the poverty line until he dies of an incurable disease. Only years later are his works appreciated and his wit praised, but throughout his life the writer was shunned.