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I wrote and self-published a brand new book, published TODAY:
Heres the cover. If you click on it, it takes you straight to the book. If youre an Amazon Prime member you can read it for free. Otherwise, its $2.99 for the Kindle version.
Also, anyone who bought my last book and sent me the receipt will get this one for free in PDF form. Many people who have asked me questions during my Twitter Q&A are mentioned in the book.
Heres the INTRO of the book:
WHY WOULD ANYONE ASK ME A QUESTION?
Ive failed at just about everything Ive done. Ive lost tens of millions of dollars after making it from scratch. Ive been divorced. As a father, you can make your own judgments based on what Ive written. As an entrepreneur Ive had successes and failures. Ive fought addictions, some of them Ive won, some I would say are still in process. Yet, people ask me questions.
Ive been an entrepreneur and writer for the past 15 years. About a year and a half ago, I started blogging. The main component of my blog was that I would be honest and revealing. The times when I would be on the floor and just struggling to get up and get motivated. The times when I would pray for nothing but my own death so at least life insurance could be used to keep my kids happy. Thats how stupid I was. That is how revealing I was on my blog. And then some.
People were emailing me many questions, How did you get yourself off the floor? What do you think of X? How can I build Y? How do I come up with ideas? How can I self publish a book? How can I be happy when Im going through a divorce? Whats the first step when starting a business? Is it ok to cheat on my wife if we never have sex? How can I marry a billionare?
I am not very good at answering emails. However, I wanted to answer these questions, and I felt that not just me but anyone can answer the questions. So I started to schedule one hour a week, Thursdays from 3:30-4:30 EST, so anyone could ask. I would Tweet answers away, but really, anyone could. That is whats great about Twitter.
And why would I want to do this? What good does it do me? Really nothing. But I love it. I used to religiously read the advice column Dear Abby as a kid. An advice column. Then I would buy the collected columns (since she had decades worth of material) when they came out in book form. She had been doing it since 1956 and her daughter continues the tradition. And then there was Ask Ann Landers which was every bit as good and done by her twin sister. Of course, they couldnt use their real names. Ann Landers real name was Eppie Lederer.
I fantasized they were related to me (my great grandfathers last name was Lederer).
People would ask them anything. I remember one in particular. A woman followed her husband late at night to a strip club. The man went in the back with a woman. Later, under interrogation from the wife he claimed, all I got were sexual favors. In other words, he was trying to say, no big deal. This girl wanted to know (from Abby, or Ann, I forget which) if this was okay.
I forget their response. But right then and there I decided I wanted to be just like Dear Abby. I wanted people to feel comfortable asking me about sexual favors. What could be more fun in life?
FAQ ME Check Amazon for Pricing.
Initially I majored in Psychology at college. My dad asked me, Why do you want to major in Psychology? Psychologists dont make any money. Then you wont meet any girls.
But what if I dont want to meet the kind of girl who is going to like me just because I have money.
Shes not going to like you because you have money, my dad in his infinite logic was trying to explain. Shes going to like you because you are the KIND OF GUY who can make money.
He did not convince me. Unfortunately, some bad things happened along the way towards me being a professional clinical psychologist not and future Dear Abby.
Psychology 101 was considered a gut class. 2000 people were in the class. The teacher gave the same multiple choice exams every year and there were only 2 tests and a final, and that was your entire grade. I read every psychology book in the library. I was passionate about the topic. I got a D in the class.