Proofreading Frugal







One of my biggest challenges in getting my book published is actually proofreading. Proofreading to professionals is clearly the gold standard, but I thrive to be frugal so I ask family and friends to proofread my book. That way you also get feedback about the book at the same time. I believe the energy of GOOD friends and TRUSTED family members add to the ‘energy content’ of the book, which I hope in return will attract the (right) readers to it too.

My daughter Erica is possibly the best proofreader I know. She beats 15 other people (including a paid professional proofreader) on picking up my mistakes.

As I previously mentioned, I couldn’t proofread to save my own life.

Focusing on Intention


This is really random but I thought I should just talk about this beautiful coffee cup I got from one of the local coffeeshops! Essentially, it is just a cup with a top, but I love their marketing approach about reusing cups instead of getting paper or worse, plastic cups. When it comes to focusing on business or work, too many times we focused on the product and not the intention.

Interestingly, the same day I bought this cup, Bob was talking about ‘harnessing the energy’ but most people get carried with focusing on the product at hand.





Graduate before moving forward

I decided to meet ‘Bob’  today. He had some meaningful words for me.

We were talking about ONE of my next books to write – which codenamed ‘Project Zero’. Ok, you can roll my eyes – I used to love having codenames for my projects. Just adds that flair and false excitement.  We talked about the Be the One Percent, which is having a new cover and maybe a rewrite – there were a number of chapters I had removed and now I feel confident enough to put them back into the book Be The One Percent.

As Bob drove me back to my workplace, Bob is serious, and monotonously he says: “You know there’s some thing you haven’t graduated from.. you know from that book. It’s going to different if you don’t overcome that. You’ll end up just like the ‘others’.”

I stayed quiet for the rest of the trip,  the message was like an air-raid siren blaring in the middle of the quiet night…

Knock Knock, do you remember?

I will be vague (as I must protect the people in the story..not!).

First test:

An abandoned world that I had cherished so much had resurfaced in the form of an opportunity. Yes, opportunity knocking on my own door, asking me to get back. All the ‘fame’, the rush could be mine again, and yet, those who were there have now left and moved on, realizing the ‘game’ had no real meaning, and had no real value. It is so easy to see now how that lifestyle has no meaning.

Of interest, I was reading a book by Kerry Girling called the Final Chapter in which he describes the world in the way ants go about their daily lives. I had a small flashback, bringing me to a moment post-insomnia-hectic-hospital-oncall where I had been able to find a lull at the end of the shift, leaning against the balcony of the top floor of the hospital and watching everyone else rushing into the hospital to start their morning duties. In the distance, I could see cars and people moving into the business district, I wondered what their thoughts were, what their worries were, knowing they were oblivious to my curiosity of them. Busy and preoccupied, like ants coming out an anthill. Seemingly unaware of the giant human observer, whom at a whim could destroy their world….

Second test:

Whenever we can, we must choose our environment well, do we choose to be with those who continue to bring us down? It is hard to see this but it is a choice. Do we enjoy the punishment that is mete silently?


Getting back on track

I’ve been complacent. I had reminded myself to start sharing but instead my little mind typed inside my spacious head, thoughts and comments, ‘awareness-es’ and promised myself that as soon as I get on the computer.. or whatever, I would share with the world the minute inner discoveries. Of course, that never happened. To push myself I had to leave little notes written on pieces of paper – which somehow did get lost or worse.. ignored intentionally.

As I drifted into the realms of life, chasing those small jobs which brought trinkets of relief deviating one from the path, I began to notice how lost I had become. It came to a point where ‘Bob’ even teased me and said: ‘hey, I’ve got some good advice for you – it’s all in your book – you better read it!’

I have to say it was both annoying and yet funny – a big slap in the face. HENCE, I read me book again and began that journey into the beginning.

EVERYTHING is a test!