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Q: Your book was a big wakeup call for me and the phases you lined out have actually helped me get unstuck from the phase I’ve been in for a couple of years. Will there be more books?

Updated: Dec 13, 2025

A: While the praise is well-taken, you’re not actually asking about my publishing schedule. The real question behind this question is: “Can you keep showing me the way so I don’t have to walk into the dark alone?”


You’re asking whether the thing that jolted you awake will keep holding your hand. When you say, the phases helped you, what you mean is, they made it harder to look away. But that’s not a relationship. I’m not your guide, savior, mentor, guru, or inspiration. I’m the dynamite under your foundation. Don’t look back at the explosion and say it helped you; finish the collapse.


Don't confuse help with rescue. The book didn’t change you, you changed you, the moment you stopped protecting your story. Ultimately, wanting more books is just another way of keeping me, instead of burning me with the rest.


But that tug of hope is the child-self looking around to make sure the adult is still in the room. It’s the belief that another book = another foothold; the quiet fear that if the source (author, teacher, mapmaker) goes silent, you’ll lose your momentum.


If the book helped, it’s only because you were already ready to outgrow who you think you are.


Your question reflects late Phase Two (Disruption) moving into Phase Three (Deconstruction). You’re no longer sedated by the dream. You’ve felt a crack, maybe even watched a wall collapse. But you haven’t yet realized that you can’t outsource this next part. Wanting more books is wanting someone else to steady the architecture that’s collapsing inside you. Which is exactly why the question feels urgent.


There may be more books. There may not. It doesn’t matter. If your freedom depends on whether another person writes another chapter, then you’re still looking outward for the thing that has to come from intense inward focus.


The momentum you’re afraid of losing isn’t mine. It’s yours.


A question for you: If no more books ever came, if every external guide vanished, would you still move forward, or would that reveal where you were hoping to stop?


That’s the door in front of you now.



 
 
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