Ra New Dawn!
Wednesday 23:11 p.m.
I cycled rather happily to work this morning, leaving the flat at 7:30 a.m. while it was still dark outside. Most enjoyable cycling to work these days though last night I spent most of my last ten quid on celebratory Erdinger beer. Well, I've been trying to get an agent really hard since I set up the bloggy and the webpage a year past in February, and .... any excuse will do! No, the world has changed just a little bit since the phone call yesterday.
I spent two and half hours meditating up at the hut after work. I was asking myself what I really wanted as I walked through Inverleith Park.
I don't care about making a lot of money. Personnally, I don't need more money. I need less money. I've made £2,500 from getting two books published previously. I owe about £1200 which I'll have paid back by next summer anyway. Any money I make I'll split three ways between the Samye Ling, The Domestic Bliss, and the kiddo. If Adrian Weston can make any more money ... I'd like to give up my job.
I thought I was going to where the Dalai Lama was once (it's in The Buddha and the Big Bad Wolf) when Shiva and I were going to Darjeeling, but the Dalai Lama lives in Dharmasala. Well, it does begin with a D. I've told myself I'll see the 17th Karmapa in Rumtek, but I don't think he's ever been there. Anyway, I could write a follow up to the new book about going there and emanating as a deity.
But if I made some money, I could set up the Pet Bereavement Counselling Service from the hut. The soul of entrpreneurship, me! If the book got published, that would help advertise it. What a good idea! I could sit in the hut all day counselling folk who's budgies have died and when I've made enough from that, off to Rumtek, or Tibet!
Sober and straight! I'm not very good at this asceticism stuff. Never had much practise really. Anyway, it looks as if it might all work out one way or another.
Though I'm feeling tired, I have to remind myself before going to bed that I am indeed one of the most fortunate of creatures. I tried to get a literary agent and one has appeared. If the book gets published, it might do some good, which is more than can be said for the dirty book I got published before. My root guru is the Great Buddha Lama Yeshe Losal. Because I got into the meditation, my life has already been full of wonderful and marvelous events. Even more wonderful and marvelous events are sure to transpire. Oh, what a fortunate, fortunate creature I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!!
I cycled rather happily to work this morning, leaving the flat at 7:30 a.m. while it was still dark outside. Most enjoyable cycling to work these days though last night I spent most of my last ten quid on celebratory Erdinger beer. Well, I've been trying to get an agent really hard since I set up the bloggy and the webpage a year past in February, and .... any excuse will do! No, the world has changed just a little bit since the phone call yesterday.
I spent two and half hours meditating up at the hut after work. I was asking myself what I really wanted as I walked through Inverleith Park.
I don't care about making a lot of money. Personnally, I don't need more money. I need less money. I've made £2,500 from getting two books published previously. I owe about £1200 which I'll have paid back by next summer anyway. Any money I make I'll split three ways between the Samye Ling, The Domestic Bliss, and the kiddo. If Adrian Weston can make any more money ... I'd like to give up my job.
I thought I was going to where the Dalai Lama was once (it's in The Buddha and the Big Bad Wolf) when Shiva and I were going to Darjeeling, but the Dalai Lama lives in Dharmasala. Well, it does begin with a D. I've told myself I'll see the 17th Karmapa in Rumtek, but I don't think he's ever been there. Anyway, I could write a follow up to the new book about going there and emanating as a deity.
But if I made some money, I could set up the Pet Bereavement Counselling Service from the hut. The soul of entrpreneurship, me! If the book got published, that would help advertise it. What a good idea! I could sit in the hut all day counselling folk who's budgies have died and when I've made enough from that, off to Rumtek, or Tibet!
Sober and straight! I'm not very good at this asceticism stuff. Never had much practise really. Anyway, it looks as if it might all work out one way or another.
Though I'm feeling tired, I have to remind myself before going to bed that I am indeed one of the most fortunate of creatures. I tried to get a literary agent and one has appeared. If the book gets published, it might do some good, which is more than can be said for the dirty book I got published before. My root guru is the Great Buddha Lama Yeshe Losal. Because I got into the meditation, my life has already been full of wonderful and marvelous events. Even more wonderful and marvelous events are sure to transpire. Oh, what a fortunate, fortunate creature I am, I am! What a fortunate creature I am!!
posted by Hotboy at 11:22 PM
1 Comments:
I thought I didn't need any more money either. Then the aunt-based pension fund went bust. Now the only hope left is to die before I retire, or if you've got royalties coming I could live in your hut and scrounge turnips off you.
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