Today I made...

Today I made a book.

Actually, it took two days to put the thing together, and months of planning and making and transcribing interviews. And it's not going to get past 20,000 words—an ebook, no less.

But this is satisfying work: to start with a blank page, and to build something. To build something.

In this little book, there are conversations. There are ideas and suggestions and fuel for anyone's fire. Anyone's. I mean, the topic we're discussing isn't a challenge that I, personally, am facing. Yet the talk is inspiring, the ideas are sound.

And with each chapter, I recalled the interview itself. It really was a delight to speak to these ten people—most of whom were in far-off lands, and most of whom I will never meet.

But what fun those hours were, even though I was trying to keep my questions short and to the point. Even though I was worried about the sound quality. Even though I was doubtful of my "expertise" and my accent.

The thing is, whether you're interviewing someone over Skype for the first time, or you're starting with a nice, white piece of paper and building it into a cool 50, there is a pleasure in the work—a satisfaction in making something from, apparently, nothing.

There is magic in taking the intangible—a thought—and telling it to someone else.

Or, as I hope in this case, some thousands of someone elses.