Letter to myself 5 years ago

This time exactly 5 years ago, I was surrounded by packing boxes, because I was in the middle of moving house. I’d just quit my stressful job, taking voluntary redundancy rather than continue working punishing hours and all through the weekends.
Fast forward five years, and I’ve had five books published, and been a bestseller in the UK, USA, Canada and Australia. Five years ago, I wouldn’t have believed it if someone had told me what I’d achieve, despite my most fervent hopes. This isn’t a boasting post, I want to inspire. NEVER give up on your hopes and ambitions. Dreams build a bridge to your new reality. Keep dreaming, keep building, keep pushing forward – and you’ll achieve.
It feels like the ideal time to re-share this post…

Barbara Copperthwaite

If you could go back in time, say five years, and give yourself advice, what would you say? What edge would the knowledge of foresight give you? What words of comfort would you give? This is the intriguing idea Linda, of Linda’s Book Bag, planted when she asked me to write a letter to myself as part of my blog tour during the publication of Her Last Secret. I’m reposting it here (with a couple of tweaks) in case you missed it.

Dear Barbara (aka ‘Me’),

So, here I am in 2017, about to publish my fourth book, Her Last Secret. What are you up to? Oh, I remember: you’re in 2012, working as a Special Projects Editor for a magazine company. You’ve got an idea for a book you’ve been working on for a few months now, snatching time on the train commute into London, and although it’s…

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