How Writing The Right Book Changed My Life!

Ok, so I’d no idea the power of the written word until I met my future writing mentor, seeking out his help. I was at a crossroads, uncertain of how to use my talents doing what I loved and making something of it – how could I use writing to build the business of my dreams. You know the one, working when I wanted, how I wanted, wherever I wanted. Yup, can you imagine that lifestyle?

I’d finished with the Rat Race about five years ago (and that’s another story) recognising after being ill and the way the organisation treated me that enough was enough. It felt like I was being constrained. Suffocating in an environment that stymied my creativity. Then it felt like taking the training wheels from the two-wheeler I first rode as a child or taking the first step to climb a daunting mango tree (I grew up in the Caribbean). So, I ventured into an uncertain but exciting future. This journey taking me into attempting one business after another and for whatever reason some worked, others didn’t. I tried network marketing too many times to count. I was even a part of one such multilevel business from scratch until it went bust (again another story to be told!). But eventually I returned to what I truly loved, a place where my creativity was at its most potent empowering and enlightening others.

I did have the mindset but what wasn’t equipped with the know-how, so I asked my mentor what should I do. His simple answer just blew my mind and you won’t believe what he said:

“Why not write for others writers!” Huh? You kidding me, that was it? In my head a lightbulb glowed then exploded. That was it!

I loved creative writing – fiction mainly – but never attempted any non-fiction work or saw the potential of having a book based on some theme/subject. Still, the seed planted by my mentor of writing for writers germinated and had me excited no end. I went out and did exactly that. My first non-fiction, co-authored with my then business partner, became an award winning book but that wasn’t the kicker…it opened so many doors I’m just touch the tip of the mountain. I’ve now realised that the ‘right’ book doesn’t only bring self-actualisation in having written one or a potential income stream, it can also enhance a reputation and allow access to networks that weren’t open before.

Today, I am still in awe of how my brand has become global. Why not join me in writing the write book?

Depressed – Write About It!

Back in 2006, I faced the gravest challenge I’d ever had in my life. A time when massive debt, losing my businesses and homes, was my reality. This time affected and impacted on me in a way I could never have imagined. Physically, mentally, emotionally and importantly spiritually, I was dying since all those areas were in the doldrums and being perpetually ‘broken’ was the manifestation of my life inexperience, lack of knowledge, selecting the wrong investments and friends and mindset. Bye and large, I was chasing a mirage. Trying to find the things that gave false fulfilment and trinkets outside of myself; with the what could be rather than the why I am here, who was I and what that meant in service to myself and therefore to others.

Suffice to say with my mind the way it was and the negative manifestations because of it, I went into a depression, and it’s not as if it had suddenly slapped me, it actually crept like a boa constrictor moving silently towards some jungle rodent.

The funny thing was I had no idea I was even depressed since I was looking through my own eyes at the ‘stuff’ around me and not at ‘me’ in and reacting to the stuff. In fact it was my cousin who pointed out that my behaviour was abnormal since I was in so deep I didn’t realise I was waking up and going to sleep in total darkness, curtains drawn even when a new day beckoned; moping around and feeling sorry for myself, wearing the same clothes or just being unhygienic. Not to mention, a lack of nourishment by not eating right and if I ate, consuming only junk. I even tried finding salvation in places that essentially did not touch the essence of who I was, in the hope I would be saved from myself. Suffice to say that never worked either.

Nothing had until my cousin said enough was enough. And literally, by taking me by the scruff of my neck and challenging my psyche with a few simple questions about who I was prior to being in that dreadful place, she didn’t hold back!

By the time she dragged me from the abyss, I was seeing the truth in what she saw in me and it was with her help I was able to take the steps to move away from the dark chasm that wished to engulf me. In that movement, I so happened to have discovered a bookstore; its name more than downright convenient and synonymous too with my new found inspiration. So I reverted to what was my passion, what I truly loved doing and what really made me whole. That was storytelling.

The bookstore became my new home away from home and it was here I enhanced my writing, using and sharing my journey and with this focus, the more enthused and excited I became about storytelling; especially when I saw how others were empowered by my word. Since then I’ve taken my gloomiest time by using it to translate my and other people’s experiences in a way that’s comprehensive and palatable, aspirational and inspirational.

Today, when looking back, I can say I’m more than just a scribe and for sure, it ‘s said that in the beginning was the word, well the word was in my beginning.

How Writing The Right Book Changed My Life!

Ok, so I’d no idea the power of the written word until I met my future writing mentor, seeking out his help. I was at a crossroads, uncertain of how to use my talents doing what I loved and making something of it – how could I use writing to build the business of my dreams. You know the one, working when I wanted, how I wanted, wherever I wanted. Yup, can you imagine that lifestyle?

I’d finished with the Rat Race about five years ago (and that’s another story) recognising after being ill and the way the organisation treated me that enough was enough. It felt like I was being constrained. Suffocating in an environment that stymied my creativity. Then it felt like taking the training wheels from the two-wheeler I first rode as a child or taking the first step to climb a daunting mango tree (I grew up in the Caribbean). So, I ventured into an uncertain but exciting future. This journey taking me into attempting one business after another and for whatever reason some worked, others didn’t. I tried network marketing too many times to count. I was even a part of one such multilevel business from scratch until it went bust (again another story to be told!). But eventually I returned to what I truly loved, a place where my creativity was at its most potent empowering and enlightening others.

I did have the mindset but what wasn’t equipped with the know-how, so I asked my mentor what should I do. His simple answer just blew my mind and you won’t believe what he said:

Why not write for others writers!” Huh? You kidding me, that was it? In my head a lightbulb glowed then exploded. That was it!

I loved creative writing – fiction mainly – but never attempted any non-fiction work or saw the potential of having a book based on some theme/subject. Still, the seed planted by my mentor of writing for writers germinated and had me excited no end. I went out and did exactly that. My first non-fiction, co-authored with my then business partner, became an award winning book but that wasn’t the kicker…it opened so many doors I’m just touch the tip of the mountain. I’ve now realised that the ‘right’ book doesn’t only bring self-actualisation in having written one or a potential income stream, it can also enhance a reputation and allow access to networks that weren’t open before.

Today, I am still in awe of how my brand has become global. Why not join me in writing the write book?

Violence Begets Violence

I always say we live in a time no different from any other, yet we think that this time is the hardest, roughest and worst of all, in comparison to what has gone before but, really, nothing has truly changed, has it? Still some would go as far as to say we’re living in the end times. Huh? Maybe technology has changed, massively so, but humans have always been the way we are today as we were yesterday; doing what humans do, the best and worse to each other from the dawn of time.

When Mt. Vesuvius exploded, destroying Pompeii in volcanic ash and lava, drowning the entire city in 79 CE, I am sure they said it was the end of their days. The Black Death was one of the most devastating pandemics in human history, resulting in the deaths of an estimated 75 to 200 million people and peaking in Europe in the years 1346–53. They probably bawled Judgement Day has come too! And when the largest recorded earthquake in the United States, a magnitude 9.2 struck Prince William Sound, Alaska on Good Friday, March 28, 1964 while the largest recorded earthquake in the world, at a magnitude 9.5 (Mw) in Chile on May 22, 1960; I am certain the populace screamed the same message sameway. Not to mention the number of conflicts and the death of millions of people that has occurred from the time we have been on the Earth, just check Google – the Wikipedia list is exhaustive.

The point is, there will be more. Just think about Syria, Pakistan, Congo, Chicago, Kingston or even recently, Orlando. There will be wars. There will be violence. There will be deaths. Unfortunately. And as long as humans use their creative talents to build weapons of death, think and behave selfishly, the conveyor belt of hate, greed and self-serving will continue. But, funnily enough,  there is also enough love, compassion, kindness, consideration and care in the world too; it’s about what kind of connection we wish to make and have with others.

A balance will return when equality, justice and the debunking of doctrines and propaganda enables humans to return to basic humanness and a level of peace, love and harmony. But I guess for many of us just stripping away the isms (as Bob Marley always said!) is difficult to do and why we and the world will have a long time to wait when violence no longer begets violence.

What do you think about living?

I was in a place once, where that question came to me. It crept like a quiet storm, then as if by sudden, slapped me in the face. Brought about by what I wasn’t doing. You know the things which look right at the time but on reflection weren’t. The job, girlfriend(s), lack of self love and every other thing which can have an impact on living. Or do they?

Award Winning Author, Authorpreneur, International Speaker, Poet & Mentor, Book Publisher