I’ve heard authors (and other artists) say: “The work came through me.”
I understand that feeling. When I was writing the book, I felt muses working through, along-side-and-with me to help me create a fun-to-read philosophy of religion (self-help) book—Rabbi Brian’s Highly Unorthodox Gospel. It’s beautiful.
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I keep tripping over a flush of excitement. And joy.
About the book.
I did this!
I wrote this.
And, people who have read the 68K words have (thus far) liked it.
I’m proud and feeling so good about this project.
I love what I have written.
I love it. I love it. I love it.
I can’t wait to send it to you so you can read it.
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My (little bit) changed life.
A woman I’m talking to on the phone, after our initial rounds of greetings, starts to talk about all about Mallomars cookies—”They have a season. Nabisco only puts them out from September until March.”
“And also,” she add, “The are made in Toronto, but only for sale in the US.”
I have nothing to add about the dusty graham cracker topped with gelatinous marshmallow and covered by chocolate topping.
I ask, “Um, I’m sorry, but why are we—more specifically you—talking about Mallomars?”
She stammers for a moment, taken aback.
“Trader Joe’s…” she hints.
“What?”
“Mallomars… the cashier… you know,” she coaxes and repeats, “Trader Joe’s.”
It dawns on me!—chapter two of the audio version of my book was just released!
Sometime earlier today, she must have heard me telling her about the Trader Joe’s cashier gifting me a box of chocolate-covered marshmallows.
The woman I’m talking to is just picking up the conversation.
Only, I recorded that track months ago.
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A reading
I did a reading from my book at the fantastically liberalicious West Hills Church in Toronto.
I sold all the books I had on hand and took orders for eight more.
My message of love really resonated with them.
(Though you’d have to be quite an asshole if a message of love does not resonate with you.)
I can hardly wait to hear what you think about it.
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