This is a guest article from Kimanzi Constable: www.kimanziconstable.com
In May of 2011 I hated life. I was 170 pounds overweight, I was at a job I hated, and we lived in Milwaukee, Wisconsin (not the safest city in the world). I had no goals, no dreams, and no desire beyond the monotony.
There were times when I wanted to make a change, but with no college degree or any special skills, I felt stuck. In June of 2011 things came to a boiling point when my wife and I separated.
I sat there on a hot summer day in Wisconsin, fed up enough to take action. With all the craziness going on, I started writing. Those scribblings are what led to my first book, which was self-published in August of 2011. The book flopped for the first six months, but I was proud of taking the first step.
In April of 2012 my father died at 54 unexpectedly. His death was the wake-up call and motivation I needed to keep pushing forward. After researching, I self-published a second, and both books went on to sell over 82,000 copies. I signed with a publisher, and my first published book was released in May of 2013.
