My Decision to Become a Fiction Writer and the Value of Creativity and Imagination
A journey to avoid the “graveyard orbit.”
It started in 2003. I published my first book.
It wasn’t exactly gripping fiction; it was my PhD dissertation.
It was, no doubt, thrilling for the few people interested in the topic but not for the general audience.
There was certainly one interested reader. He invited me to Japan to see how my research could help the country and enhance its competitiveness again. I felt over the moon.
Securing a book contract helped, and seeing my work available on Amazon gave me an incredible sense of accomplishment. Fast forward a year, and my second book — co-authored with a colleague — was published by Oxford University Press.
I loved writing, and more importantly, I was working on my legacy. At least, that’s what I believed.
As the years went by, numerous articles, edited volumes, and book contributions filled my academic publishing conveyor belt. A look at the invitations to present my work, one conclusion emerges: it was a success.
In 2022, I collaborated with several co-authors on a book that should have been my magnum opus. It addressed digital transformation…
