What if paradise weren't a physical place? But a state of mind. A "place" we all had access to if only... ...we knew which bus to take ..we could figure out when it departed the station ...we knew which seat to sit in. What if the map to get there was a secret? That we all knew. That we all had. If only we knew how to access it. Where to get tickets. Here's your ticket. To paradise.

The following is an excerpt from the foreword to Bradley's upcoming book "Every Single Day" (available Oct. 17, 2017). "He no longer resembled the mopey dejected "former writer" I'd known. He became unstoppable. A machine. It wasn't just about the writing, either. It was a deeper transformation. He became much more confident and bold. He was inspiring and even intimidating in some ways. He wasn't the same person anymore. He took risks and wrote books and closed his business and moved his family halfway across the world. He's done so many things I couldn't imagine "2012 Bradley" doing. That he couldn't imagine actually doing. I barely recognize my old friend these days, and I'm glad. He realized his dream and became a professional writer. This book is only a small piece of the proof of that." -- John Muldoon, excerpted from the foreword to "Every Single Day"