April 21, 2014
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!