Writing a book...

 

 

 

...at times feels like an incredibly selfish act.

 

 

Like singing 'me-me-me' while thinking 'you-you-you'.

 

I find myself conflicted. While I've got a mission to share a message and play my role in making the world a little better place because of it, the struggles and resistance from all the 'me' time is a habit or skill I am far from able to employ yet.

 

Does that ever come? Enter the temptations of external stimulants, intoxicants and other indiscretions?

 

A part of the 'Author's Paradox'.

 

The Paradox of 'Me'

rolls into the Paradox of

'We...

 are all Connected.'

 

At least I have a name for it.

 

 

 

Ernest? Scott? E.B.? Og? Anyone? Scriptures rescue me!

 

"We are writing these things so that our joy may be complete"

 

"And I shall write; as if upon the table of my very heart..."

 

 

Brings me back to when I made my demo record "Barefoot in Paradise".

 

I likened it to the birthing process. False labor pains and all.

(No; Moses was not in the studio. Bellbottoms were tho  ;)  )

 

Barefoot in Paradise

I hope she thinks I'm nice enough

to take me for a walk

along the beach

because my heart's within

her reach

 

 

And if our footsteps seem to dawdle

in the stars

we'll UBER a moon beam

ride it

all the way to Mars

 

 

 

 



 

O.K. That helps. Maybe. ( Backstory: God Bless you Karen Carpenter. Still 'YOUR' SONG.)

 

Like a mother's maternal instincts and dedication to her 'off-spring' ?

 

Selfish? Yes, but...nobly so? Justifiably so? Guess it's up to the 'me' part for now.

 

And then ultimately, up to 'you'.

 

I guess that's fair.

 

 

NOTE to Publisher: I refreshed a word. We do not so much 'hail' cabs as we now UBER a ride. Must stay current and relevant...  lol. Even Star Trek's 'hailing frequencies' have been obsoleted by 'Smart Apps'. Amazing the rate of change today..)