When I began writing “The Opposite Of Poverty Is Friendship” all I had was a blank page.  The only two things I shouldn’t be thinking about were the only two things I thought about. “How the hell do I get from blank page to book?”  That fear and anxiety can be paralyzing. To me, “blank page” meant I had absolutely nothing.  It felt like somebody asked me to fill a swimming pool using nothing but a tea spoon to carry water.

But have you ever put a bucket under a leaky faucet to catch the drips?  By morning the bucket is overflowing with water. Yet the night before you were probably thinking; they’d legalize marijuana before that happens…no, wait!

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