Tuesday, October 15, 2019
Here’s a book I wrote in ten days, self-edited in seven, to call an experiment because the experience it sets to sail is one I can only have dreamt of. Maybe no one cares, yet—so hopefully by book five the idea behind it will catch.
But for now, here’s the early story behind this book.
Despite breaking some rules of the publishing world, everything I did about this book came 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, “it’s my first work of published art…”
This is a creative writing piece—of journaled thoughts. I wrote each sentence 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 that came with understanding 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 these infinite waters of creative writing.
Technically, I’ve written three books. And it’s frustrating to see the reality of true art; which often doesn’t pay. And technically, I’ve been writing since I was five years old. But a year since I’ve been admitting this to people.
This past year has been a journey of self-redevelopment. What’s paid off is the becoming of me. From nothing to something. Learning to appreciate the transients near my home, every day I walk or run my puppy and the homeless are acknowledged the same as I do a CEO down the street.
Portland’s pretty diverse, demographically.
Today’s youngest generation of kids wave ‘hi’ to me. It’s not like they know who I am, or what I do. But I live next to an elementary school and every time I hear the bell ring I shout, “SCHOOL’S OUT!!”
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. And thinking of how many kids are daydreaming far outside their classrooms. How many of them will take the top of their 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 on a shelf where I’m able to reach for them when I need to. Which I never will. That’s the point of meditation.
Unless I’m writing a story…
As a result of doing so, out of nowhere I produced a book. So do you get why I promote it how I wrote it?
But about those kids…like a gifted athlete, some skills come easy to people. For the ones dreaming out of nowhere, allow those dreams to come to you, and allow them to show you your talent. Dreaming in itself is a talent, a skill, one that no one can take from you. Use it or lose it 🙂