Tonight I experienced the magic of pure storytelling for storytelling's sake. The kind of storytelling that introduces you to a character that leaves you with a feeling of deja vu. You know you've met it before, but you're not sure where. It's life. Real life. Whole life. You can see it before you, free of the constraints of death and sadness. You float there above it seeing it from afar like a painting on the wall, and all you can do is just cry in amazement.
This evening I sat down for the first time in my new office and worked on my book. I mean I dedicated actual time to it without a deadline. I dug up an outline, torn and water-stained, that I had written two years ago, and revisited it. I am proud of my book. I am passionate about its content. I think it will be helpful, uplifting, and informative. But, after tonight, I realize that I want more. I want to wield that hand- the one that rips people out of their comfort zone, shoves life in their face, and makes them cry. Because it's an amazing feeling to experience the awe of such power.

My words- coming soon to a bookstore near you...

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