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Steven Pressfield

A hero of mine just lost his home in a California wildfire. Heโ€™s more than just my hero; heโ€™s a national treasure. A Made-in-America success story. Steven Pressfield. Mom saw him on Oprahโ€™s Super Soul Sunday a decade ago and ordered me his book on maximizing creative potential. Youโ€™ve probably heard me talk about it before. Itโ€™s called The War of Art. If there is any creative endeavor that is tugging at youโ€”a screenplay, a novel, a startup, a nonprofit for at-risk teensโ€”I implore you to get this massive little paperback. Iโ€™ve probably ordered more than ten of them since 2014. Every time I meet a fellow writer or seeker at a new prison, I end up leaving them my copy when I transfer.

War of Art is not his only book. His most popular work was made into a movie featuring Will Smithโ€”The Legend of Bagger Vance. Heโ€™s written other screenplays and books as well. Fiction and nonfiction. After driving semis and crisscrossing the U.S. during the late โ€™60s and โ€™70s, hellbent on destroying himself, doing everything except the one thing he was born to do, he finally began banging out his first story on an old typewriter while living in a van. When he finished that one, he immediately began the next. Forty years later, heโ€™s still writing. Still living his message: Do the work.

I had been telling Shonda I wanted to write him and send him some of my novels since we first started Astral Pipeline Books in 2020. Another letter to the Universe. Iโ€™ve written hundreds over the years. Presidents, professors, producers, politicians . . . But Steven Pressfield was not just some industry guy I wanted to make an elevator pitch to. He was my guru. His book gave me the blueprint on how to conquer myself daily and approach the craft like a professional. Without his guidance, there would be no On the Shoulders of Giants. No Miranda Rights series. No Stick & Stones.

I was in between state and federal prison when I finally began the letter. I wrote it in pencil on the floor of a jail cell in Milton, Florida, around Christmas of 2023. The Milton Hilton. I might have procrastinated a little longer if not for a gentle nudge from Shonda who told me he was nearing 80 years old. I had no idea.

I donโ€™t expect responses to my letters anymore. Half the time, the boxes of books we send get intercepted by gatekeepers and assistants and are probably disposed of with the rest of the junk mail. I donโ€™t take it personal. My job is to write the best books I can and send them all over the world. Exhaust every avenue. This is the one thing I can controlโ€”the work. And the work is its own reward. (I learned this from Steven Pressfield.)

So you can imagine my reaction when he wrote me back! He didnโ€™t just write me back. He sent a box of his own books to Momโ€™s house. Leather-bound collectors type stuff, hardcovers, titles I have not yet read. Very cool. He said he enjoyed reading Letters to the Universe. And he offered to buy me dinner when I get out. The return address on his letter was Malibu, California.

My mind keeps going back to the opening pages of War of Art where he describes his writing processโ€”putting on his boots with special shoelaces from his niece, his lucky hoodie, a charm he got from a gypsy in France, his military dog tags with the name โ€œLargoโ€ on them, aiming a tiny cannon his friend brought him back from Morro Castle in Cuba at his chair to fire off inspiration, going through a few other little ritualistic things . . . then beginning the dayโ€™s hunt. Will it be good? Doesnโ€™t matter. Doing the work is his chief concern. After a few hours in the story-world, he would hit a point of diminishing returns, shut down shop for the day, copy his progress on a disc and lock it in his van for safety โ€œin case of a fire.โ€ I remember reading this for the first time and thinking, โ€œCome on, man. Stashing a copy in the van in case of a fire. Thatโ€™s a little overkill.โ€

Yeah, not so much.

I hope he had time to prepare. I hope he was able to gather all those little items that have been part of his process over the years. The cannon, the laces, the Largo dog tag . . . I hope his current work-in-progress was saved to a thumb drive in his vehicle, just like in War of Art. I doubt he grabbed my books. Iโ€™m pretty sure they were low on the list of things to shove in the bag during the chaos of evacuation. I keep thinking about them too though, my books. All the love and struggle and hope tied up in those words, now embers 2,000 miles across the country, swirling in the Santa Ana winds.

Mostly, Iโ€™m just glad he made it out. โ€œThe most important things in life arenโ€™t things.โ€ I was on the fence about writing this. Especially since he hasnโ€™t said anything about it on Substack to date. Heโ€™s not the type of dude to post about things like this. A book, absolutely. But a drive-by tweet or TikTok video lamenting his own misfortune? I wouldnโ€™t hold my breath. Heโ€™s from a bygone era, one where men donโ€™t wear lifeโ€™s injustices on their sleeves like badges of honor. And Iโ€™m definitely not trying to capitalize on his misfortune. Again, I debated even writing this. I told Shonda as much on the phone the other night. But as soon as we hung up and I was walking back to my cell, I spotted a book by the stairwell. (I stop for abandoned books in prison the way some people stop for stray animals out there in society. I canโ€™t resist.) The cover art was a fiery scene. Burning ships in harbor. When I reached for it, I spotted the author and title. Tides of War by Steven Pressfield.

A green light from the Universe.

If you have not yet read War of Art, you should interpret this message as your own little green light from the Universe and order yourself a copy. Itโ€™s a small book that coincides perfectly with the New Yearโ€™s resolutions you just set. And it supports a guy who just lost his home.

Your unlived life awaits.

โ€”January 16, 2025

20 Years of Non-Fiction

Final installment of the โ€œ20 Yearsโ€ series. I saved the best for last. The following ten books on mastery and self-discovery have been constant companions to me over the years. The discipline and daily practice of words on the page in my own novels might have saved my life and remapped the neuronal landscape of my fidgety brain, but it is these books that pointed the way forward and kept me on the path. If you feel adrift or unsatisfied or enslaved, crack open any of these masterworks and break on through to the other side. Wishing you big Momentum. Always.

  • The War of Art by Steven Pressfieldโ€”Mom saw this author on Oprahโ€™s Super Soul Sunday a decade ago and sent me his book. I have probably read it 10 times over the last 10 years. I recently wrote Mr. Pressfield and told him what a massive impact War of Art has had on my life. I included a few of my books. Books that would not have been written were it not for this superb little manifesto on overcoming resistance. Last month he wrote me back! Big moment in my world.
  • The Untethered Soul by Michael A. Singerโ€”My friend Chad left me this book when he transferred to another prison. One of the greatest gifts Iโ€™ve ever received. Not only do I force this book on all of my friends, itโ€™s also woven into the plot of my upcoming novel, The Law of Momentum.
  • Atomic Habits by James Clearโ€”When I stumbled and lost my way a few years ago, the day I turned shit around was the day I turned to the opening page of this book which had been sitting in my locker collecting dust for months. โ€œYou donโ€™t rise to level of your goals, you fall to the level of your systems.โ€
  • Focus by Daniel Golemanโ€”Maybe itโ€™s because Iโ€™ve had a massive head injury, but I love learning about the brain. Most people cite Emotional Intelligence as Mr. Golemanโ€™s magnum opus, but this is the one that started it all for me.
  • The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruizโ€”Toltec wisdom. Simple and elegant. Be impeccable with your word, donโ€™t take anything personally, donโ€™t make assumptions, and always do your best.
  • 10% Happier by Dan Harrisโ€”His live meltdown on Good Morning America is what started this fantastic journey. This book makes the case for meditation as a non-religious, mind-expanding, life-enriching practice.
  • As a Man Thinketh by James Allenโ€”โ€œA manโ€™s mind may be likened to a garden, which may be intelligently cultivated or allowed to run wild. But whether cultivated or neglected, it must, and will, bring forth.โ€
  • A New Earth by Eckhart Tolleโ€”Reading this one for the second time right now. The first time was in disciplinary confinement at Century Correctional Institution in 2009. After nine months in the hole, I came out weighing 132 pounds with bones jutting from my face, but I also came out with a better understanding of who I was (immaculate awareness, consciousness, the witness) and who I was not (the chatty, judgmental, and incessant voice in my head).
  • Siddhartha by Hermann Hesseโ€”This is going to sound clichรฉ, but this tiny book on one of the most gentle way-showers the world has ever known radically changed my life. If youโ€™ve never read it and youโ€™re a seeker, this is mandatory reading.
  • The Story of Philosophy by Will Durantโ€”There was this dude who lived in the next bunk at Okaloosa who was constantly getting high. His grandfather, who clearly loved him, used to send him 3 or 4 books every month. But he was obviously too wasted to read. I bought this from him for a single ramen soup. Best money I ever spent. The book is probably 100 years old, but itโ€™s a masterclass on everyone from Plato to Spinoza to Kant to Nietzsche to Russell and all philosophers in between. Not something to read on autopilot but if youโ€™re interested in the subject, highly recommended.

20 Years of Memoir

โ€œThis is not a memoir. Memoirs are for chicks…โ€

I remember exactly where I was when I scribbled these words into my notebook, the first words of my third novel, On the Shoulders of Giants. It was early 2015 and I was at Blackwater River Correctional facility, commonly referred to as โ€œSweetwaterโ€ by the inmate population back then. Memoirs are for chicks. Not sure why I began the story of Izzy and Pharaoh and Scarlett this way. Probably because I was reading Eat Pray Love at the time, the quintessential chick book.

Sweetwater is nowhere near as sweet these days. I just had a buddy there get his face slashed from orbital bone to the corner of his mouth. A quiet, non-gang-affiliated, middle-aged black dude who minds his own business and respects everyone. They permanently disfigured this guy so they could take their time emptying the few soups he had in his locker while he was getting medical attention. Pathetic.

But Iโ€™m getting sidetracked here. I guess being so near the end of this long prison sentence has got me looking back. The point of this was to share the 10 best memoirs Iโ€™ve read over the last 20 years. So here we go…

  • Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbertโ€”Loaded with wisdom, humor, and spectacular writing. I know this book by heart. Even though itโ€™s been a decade since I last read it, I can still vividly remember multiple passages: the soccer game, the paragraph on the word โ€œharbor,โ€ her description of the meditative experience… But her riff on the Oak and the Acorn was so profoundly instrumental in my own development that I quoted it in my own little hybrid memoir. Twice.
  • Corrections in Ink by Keri Blakingerโ€”Possibly the best memoir Iโ€™ve ever read. Especially on the subjects of addiction and incarceration. Ms. Blakinger is fluent in both the Ivey league and the underworld, and her storytelling style is equal parts gritty and poetic. The world is fortunate that she tamed her demons and shook off her chains in time to tell this story.
  • The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obamaโ€”Iโ€™ve read this one a couple times too. The former President wrote this well before his historic run to the White House in 2008. Although he has been dismissed as a โ€œfar left progressiveโ€ by those who would view him as the enemy no matter what he believed or wrote, this book is a meditation on pragmatism and moderation and working together. And a masterclass on how we arrived at this point in our nationโ€™s history by a constitutional law scholar.
  • Whip Smart by Melissa Febosโ€”I wrote an essay about Ms. Febos that is included in my own hybrid memoir, Letters to the Universe, called โ€œBack to Work.โ€ It focuses on a couple letters we exchanged when I was in solitary confinement in 2016. This book is her first, a memoir on the time she spent working as a dominatrix in a Manhattan dungeon.
  • Bird by Bird by Anne Lamottโ€”A must for aspiring writers. One of the best books on the craft ever written.
  • The Glass Castle by Jeannette Wallsโ€”And I thought my family was dysfunctional. I have sent this book to many of my incarcerated female friends at Lowell. This is one of my favorite books of all time, irrespective of genre. Iโ€™ve never seen the movie, but I know Woody Harrelson played the father.
  • On Writing by Stephen Kingโ€”I came across many of my other favorite books by combing through his reading lists in the back. (The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver, Life of Pi by Yann Martel, The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz.) Stephen King is a national treasure.
  • Wild by Cheryl Strayedโ€”There is quote in this book that is foundational for me: โ€œLife is the story that we tell ourselves in our heads…โ€
  • The Dirt by Motley Crueโ€”I wasnโ€™t really a fan of the band or their music when I picked this up. I mean, I was familiar with โ€œHome Sweet Homeโ€ and โ€œWild Sideโ€ and โ€œDonโ€™t Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)โ€. After all, I am a child of the โ€™80s. But this book, with its bottle of Jack on the cover, is compulsively readable. Maybe the best rock memoir of all time.
  • Weโ€™re All Doing Time by Bo Lozoffโ€”A book that changed my life. It is still free to prisoners from the Human Kindness Foundation. Bo and his wife Sita spent decades visiting death row and maximum-security units teaching men and women meditation and yoga. If youโ€™ve ever read Consider the Dragonfly, youโ€™ll remember it as the book that Smoke left CJ.

20 Years of Fiction

In a couple months Iโ€™ll hit a major milestone in my prison odyssey, the 20-year mark. That world out there has changed so much over the last two decades. I remember sitting in my cell, watching the news as Hurricane Katrina decimated New Orleans in 2005, thinking how I was just buying crack in a 9th Ward housing project a couple months before. If someone wouldโ€™ve run up to me back then and said โ€œDude! Thereโ€™s a hurricane coming!โ€ my response wouldโ€™ve been something like โ€œAnd???โ€ Itโ€™s crazy to call myself lucky after wasting so much of my life in prison, but I consider myself a very lucky man. Fortunate to have survived my own ignorance. Blessed to have transcended my old knucklehead self. Grateful to have a release date.

There is such a thing as criminal menopause. Most 50-year-old prisoners neither think nor act anything like the younger, more impulsive versions of ourselves. Years in isolation will do that to a man.

One misconception of institutional life is that it is nonstop danger and violence. Pure adrenaline. This has not been my experience. There are patches of turbulence, for sure. But for the most part, prison life is monotonous. This is why so many of us turn to books. As a character in my favorite David Mitchell novel once pointed out, โ€œThough books are no true escape, they will keep a mind from scratching itself raw.โ€

The following is a collection of books that have kept me company over these last 20 years of incarceration. Not just any old books.  Masterworks. I selected ten in no particular order. Just the best of the best.

  • Cloud Atlas by David Mitchellโ€”I almost gave up in part one. What a colossal mistake that would have been. This is one of those books I return to every few years. Gas.
  • Cloud Cuckoo Land by Anthony Doerrโ€”I read his Pulitzer Prize-winning All the light We Cannot See first. Terrific novel. But this one is even better.
  • The Goldfinch by Donna Tarttโ€”Not sure why I even picked this one up. But once I did, I could not put it down. Such memorable characters. Awesome book.
  • The Kingkiller Chronicle by Patrick Rothfussโ€”I keep hearing unconfirmed rumors that number three in this masterful series is finally out. Iโ€™m not a fantasy reader, but the story of Kvothe transcends genre.
  • I Know This Much is True by Wally Lambโ€”A novel about twins and schizophrenia. My friend Greg recommended this to me in B dorm at Okaloosa in 2017. I was on bunk check from the first page to the last. Instant classic.
  • A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martinโ€”Someone forced Game of Thrones on me at Century Correctional in 2007. I read the first couple pages and thought โ€œNah.โ€ Again, Iโ€™m not a fantasy guy. But then we went on lockdown for a stabbing, and I was stuck in my cell with no one to keep me company but Bran and Arya and Jon Stark and the Lannisters. For the next 10 years, I was back and forth between the Florida Panhandle and Westeros.
  • The Nix by Nathan Hillโ€”Brilliant writing. Iโ€™ve been thinking about this one a lot lately with the DNC convention coming up in Chicago. He nails the โ€™68 riots. But this is a love story at heart.
  • Gone Girl by Gillian Flynnโ€”One of the greatest twists in modern fiction… I heard they made a movie out of it, but Iโ€™d be willing to bet that no director could do on the screen what Ms. Flynn does on the page.
  • The Mars Room by Rachel Kushnerโ€”I read this around the time I started writing the Miranda Rights series. The author illustrates the incarcerated motherโ€™s regret and pain as if she herself was serving a life sentence.
  • Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallaceโ€”A 1,000-page novel with hundreds of footnotes that require a separate bookmark. In the movie about this author, who sadly committed suicide a little over 15 years ago, he said that when the mailman dropped the advance copy on his porch it sounded like a bomb going off. Some of the most hilarious and tragic and brilliant writing Iโ€™ve ever come across. A difficult but highly rewarding read.