Thursday, January 27, 2011

So, I have finally finished my book:
Lost and Found: Confessions of a Bay Area Vagabond.
It took longer than I thought, mostly because of the writing, which became a labour of love. It is interesting to have to write, which like any artistic task, can loom large and seem impossible. Now, this book is hardly War and Peace, but the act of creation is often about getting out of your own way, breaking past your pre-conceptions of who or what you 'are' or what you can be. I am ever self-limiting, reminding myself of my 'limitations' at every step, bringing to mind past behaviors, and their seemingly hard truths about who I am - all of which is just a bunch of hooey. Life is what you make it, and the Self, an illusion of convenience, crafted to get one off the hook for being in the moment, a fallback position. So, go forth and create, make mistakes, slip off the rails a bit, draw outside the lines, find a new room in your mind's house.