that it already existed and was on its
way to me. Then I sent out one more
mass e-mail asking if anyone knew of a
great place for me to write my book,
surrendered it up to The Universe, and
took myself out for a big fat sushi dinner
to celebrate the awesome writing
paradise that was about to land in my
lap. When I returned to my hotel, there
was an e-mail waiting for me from a
friend who knew some people who had
a place I could move into ASAP.
I’m pleased to report that I’m writing
this in a big, luxurious, open, sunny,
magnificent house with huge windows
and spectacular views an hour outside of
San Francisco where five of my best