To the Move

I realized yesterday that there are about eight weeks left on my lease. In eight weeks I’ll either renew a month to month or leave for Seattle. It all depends on my money. We’ll see.

Rose is just outside of Seattle. So I’m going. Soon. When? We’ll see.

I’m applying to everything from data entry to the renaissance festival. We’ll see.

I’m excited and a little nervous. Money is always shaky, but not for much longer. I know what I’m doing and one I get to Seattle I’ll incorporate, secure trademarks and patents, and be a rock star of rags to riches. How exactly? Heh. You’ll see.

Don’t believe me? I don’t care. I’ve been full of shit before, don’t misunderstand. But these two years in Tulsa have been a useful wash of experience and information that will serve me well in the coming years.

I’m thirty six and so broke I have trouble keeping the lights on. I’ll turn forty a millionaire. Count on it.

There is a difference between “broke” and “poor.” Broke is temporary. Poor is forever. Broke is an accident or the result of a risk gone bad. Poverty is a choice, an immoral choice.

I didn’t think this way for most of my life. Now, well, now I can’t help it. Too much info to think otherwise.

Three streams of income interest me.

One, rental properties. The old tried and true. Do it right – and slowly - and you can do well.

Two, intellectual properties. My favorite. I get to make stuff up and, as long as what I create from thin air is insanely useful, I’ll sell loads of copies of various types of intellectual properties. As in, I create it, it doesn’t belong to anyone else, and having created it almost entirely at no cost to me, I sell it and suddenly there’s money in the bank. Brilliant world, this. My show falls into this category.

Three is a project I’m calling “Three Things” and I’m not saying any more about it as it’s one of those ideas that somebody will come up with and use if I don’t get there first. Like the spreadsheet, YouTube or using mass media to control the outcome of an election.

I won’t lie. I’m stressed, kids. Really stressed. But I’m in action. And that’s what counts.

Action cures everything. If in doubt, do something. Anything to get the juices flowing. Even when it would be so much easier to just relax into a regular unthinking routine.

Talk to you soon.