Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Here is a book I wrote. Written in ten days, and self-edited in seven. Call it an experiment, because the experience it sets to sail is one I can only dream. Maybe no one cares, yet, so hopefully by book five the idea behind it will catch.

For now, here’s the early story behind this book.

Despite breaking some rules of the publishing world, everything I did about this book went at ease. From writing it, formatting the interior, and not overthinking how amateur it comes off, ten years from now when I’m laughing at it I’ll say this, “it’s my first work of published art.”

This is a creative writing piece — of journaled thought. I wrote every word out of meditation. The haiku in between each chapter was to showcase my inspirational thought practice.

I grew up learning Japanese. And I’ve come to appreciate the cultural arts behind the language. To put things in perspective I was scared to publish this book. It’s been exactly a year since I began sailing in the infinite waters of writing.

Technically I’ve written three books. And it’s frustrating to see the reality of true art. It doesn’t often pay.

What pays is the becoming. Of me, from nothing to something. This past year has been a journey of self-redevelopment. Learning to appreciate even the transients near my home. Every day I walk or run my puppy. And to the homeless, we acknowledge them the same way the CEO down the street is waved at.

Today’s youngest generation of kids wave ‘hi’ to me. It’s not like they know who I am, or what I do. I live next to an elementary school and every time I hear the bell ring I think of what follows.

“School’s out!” I shout in my head.

If it’s morning it’s game time. Work must be done.

As kids are getting ready to learn, I’m two houses down wishing upon a star. How many of them are daydreaming far outside their classrooms? How many of them will take the top class at Yale, Harvard, or go at their dreams in a way our words can’t envision?

I wrote a weird book because the idea came out of nowhere. Meditation has calmed my worries, anxiety, and I’ve been able to put my depressing moods in a shelf where I can reach for them when I need to.

And out of nowhere it helped me produce a book. So, out of nowhere I’ll promote it with the effort it took.

Lastly to the kids — like education and athletics, some skills come easy to people. But for the ones dreaming out of nowhere, allow those dreams to come to you.


Born and raised in Portland, Oregon, Budd writes to encourage readers to explore the depths of their inner ocean, an unexplored self, because it's fun once you get through the emotional part... “The world around us is our vehicle, what you'll read is how I digest it.” -Budd

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