I’ve started a new book. It’s called “Love, Sex, Marriage, Babies, and Schizophrenia”. It’s no coincidence that those things all happened in that order.
I started it yesterday, and I’m going to write like I have the fury in me, over the course of the next few weeks. I’ll be drinking and writing, and having the time of my life.
I just wanted to write this for you to let you know I’ve been doing something. I haven’t really been paying much attention to this blog, and it’s a disservice to you and me. That’s why I wanted to come to you to write today to let you know what’s happening with Jesse Creel.
A lot of what’s been covered on my blog has been about employment and working even though you have schizophrenia. Although I will always be writing about what it’s like to have schizophrenia, I may not continue to write about work. Not for someone else at any rate. I like to think of myself as a businessman, and I’m in business for myself.
In all reality though, I am a worker. That’s what allows me to try and start a business. If I couldn’t pay what I needed to pay, this blog, my book, my rock and roll songs, wouldn’t be possible. The point though is to work my way out of working, and live an abundant and joyful life with my family.
I’ve been trying for many months to make a business out of this blog and I’m not getting the results I’m looking for. I’ve been reading and trying to refine my idea so that I can see “Will It Fly”. I might take the focus off working an hourly job, because you know that working an hourly job isn’t as good as barely working and having stacks of cash. I think I may take a try at writing for entertainment purposes only, instead of self help. See what kinds of results I can get when I’m writing about say for instance, marriage or sex.
All I know is that I have to keep the action going. I’ve been visualizing, but the zest really comes from the action of writing, so I’ve got to keep it going there.
The reflections are that work is work, and really, I’d rather be doing something else. I’d rather be writing.
I’ve written about my expectation of winning a massive jackpot, and my new and further expectation is that my new book will be a New York Times Bestseller. I talk a big game, and I don’t know anything else to do but die or do it and I’m still alive. So I must be doing it. I just say one should dream big.
So I’m going to keep this blog, and I’m going to keep my email list, and if you haven’t yet signed up for it, do that now.
I don’t know when the next post is going to be, but I want you to know that this won’t be the last time I write you. I’m keeping you in mind, and I want to help, if only just to entertain you.
So I leave you with a poem I’m writing just right now…
Ode To Work
Oh work, how you make me live
Oh work, how you allow me to give
Oh work, you give me my money
Oh work, I think of you even when your not there
Oh boss, I love you
Oh boss, You’ve given me a chance
Oh boss, I want to do right by you
Oh boss, thank you for a job
Oh worker, do your job
Oh worker, I respect you
Oh worker, would you like a cigarette
Oh worker, will you come back next year
Oh job, I’m going to retire you
Oh job, I’m going to be a millionaire
Oh job, thank you for all you’ve done for me
Oh job, I’ll be back as a customer because I’m NOT burning this bridge
Thanks for reading, I really love you for doing that.
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