PMA All the Way

never mind the bollocks—try it with me

All the Way . . . author tat

I am a working artist. I have no outside source of income and my parents were so financially busted that I left drama school at age fifteen with the conviction that I had to earn my living entirely independently.

You can judge for yourself whether my financial acumen carried over to my passion for occult history.

To sustain that aspect of my life, I also worked twenty-seven years in corporate publishing—rising to the rank of vice president at Penguin Random House—which reflected an arduous day job. I am proud of that effort.

Today, people marvel at my prolificness. That element of my work reflects passion—and need. The two combine powerfully.

Due to passion and need, a few of the books I have written were commissioned projects. Money jobs. I stand by every one—and by every page.

I have conceded, at times, to sensationalistic or genre-sounding titles, such as Secrets of Self-Mastery or Cosmic Habit Force (some of my readers’ favorites, I should note). But here, too, I developed strength. A bold claim demands an all-the-greater defense. I carry that burden happily.

In these and other works, I am a critical exponent of positive thinking. Positive thinking or positive mental attitude (PMA) are dowdy terms that I nonetheless embrace both for clarity and refusal to cede language to cynics.

Someone I once published wrote—disingenuously, after I explained the matter on his podcast—that I “promote” positive thinking. No. I interrogate it.

This article is a muscular iteration of PMA. PMA has served me across my career. May it do so for you. I include an exercise for any who wish to try it with me. -M-

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