Writing a book

Every birthday since I was 5, I have told myself, "You're FIVE and you haven't written your book yet." "You're EIGHT and you haven't written your book yet." "You're THIRTY-TWO and you haven't written your book yet."

Yesterday I was looking at the 100 spreads of the Starbucks journal, thumbnailed across my screen. "Why is this so compelling to me?" I wondered. "Why do I return to this with such joy and comfort?" Then it hit me -- I've made a book! Plus, I'm averaging seven blog posts a week, which is pure book-writing muscle.

Woohoo! We're off! Bring on my whole big life!

Since my ultimate plan for supporting myself, for compounding wealth, and for bankrolling my theatre is royalties from my books and plays, this is good news.

"It's time to start writing our books now," I told my unconscious in June. "Like this?" it asks. "Like this?" I picture it making play-doh books like a kindergartener, tongue out with the effort, kneading a book into mortal existence.

This is another fruit of living at the Odin, where Eugenio's writings fill two walls of the lunchroom.

Oh man -- HERE's a huge hit. I'm making an altered book on -- thanks to the Tarot site's giving me "Ten of Pentacles" -- Wealth. The wealth IS the book. The book IS the wealth.

I've had the stubborn feeling ever since the Odin that

it's time to do my real work.

I just couldn't figure out what it was. Or why I was so reluctant to start my theatre. Now I see -- I need the building for the theatre. I need the books to get the money for the building AND the theatre. Well, more likely, I need it all, and this is just the game I am constructing to enjoy getting it.

Make positive effort for the good.
Practice every day.

-- Katagiri Roshi