Tricking the brain


Hi Reader,

Kath grabbed me by the shoulders on my way up to my writing room this morning and turned me toward her.

"Smile," she said. "It tricks the brain."

I nodded.

"Do it."

So I did.

She's right. My brain falls for anything.

This week, I've been telling it that I'm not enough. I should be doing more. Achieving more. Finishing more.

Not helpful.

Noble Reckoning releases next week. I should be writing about the launch. But that's not what's on my mind today.

This morning, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light. I leaned forward into the mirror to look at myself.

Really look.

I don't usually do that.

The days of flexing, combing, and attending to pimples are long gone.

Good news. I found some hairs at the top of my skull. You gotta catch them in the right light to see them.

Thin strands—the meager remnants of a once thriving civilization.

Back in the day, I used to carry a comb in my back pocket.

When I was a teenager, my hair was full and feathered. Dressed in my fashionable snap-button denim vest and Sears dungarees, I'd have been quite the catch at junior high school dances.

Would have been.

My hair was the best part of my personality. I was awkward. Frenetic. A ball of misplaced energy.

Back then, all I wanted was to fit in. To find my place. To be accepted.

I realized this morning that, for most of the week, I'd been listening to the voice of that kid in the denim vest.

Fitting in?

This is a ridiculous thing for a man my age to consider.

But the voice was insistent—making me feel puny.

Why am I comparing myself to authors who are household names? Why am I pretending anyone else has it easy? Why am I still waiting for some imaginary magic dust?

Blech.

Why would I listen to that awkward kid?

Great question. No good answer.

When you're in a funk, sometimes you need someone to just grab you by the shoulders.

"Smile."

It's good to have someone to remind you to trick your brain.

It's good to remember there's still a teenager inside this worn-out body.

And it's good to be bald and sixty-one.

Fitting in?

Not my worry.

Happy Friday!

Andy

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It's a huge relief to see that reviews are overwhelmingly positive for Noble Reckoning.

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