Salud, Kids!
Today I know how J.K. Rowling feels. Exactly like J. You know about her, right? Richly-rich and then more so. Harry Potter...FOREVER!
Listen, if you put the two of us in a bag and THE most successful fictional writing creature popped out. Well, it would be HER, but that doesn't dampen my spirits in the least. And, I say this after JUST hopping off I95 in a pouring rain. If you know anything about I95 in South Florida, I rest my case because that Interstate could dampen the spirits of Mother Teresa (may she rest peacefully). If you are clueless about that thing, all the better for you.
Besides, today I need to express that I feel just as I did the first time I sold a painting. Ranging in the hundreds of dollars, it went to a collector who pitied me and purchased an original, GazMoolie Gallery, acrylic on canvas. She ended up buying more, so she really did pity me.
Selling a personal creation is something I can not really describe. It's always a thrill, but I will admit that a little part of me gets sad to part with something so personal. As a matter of fact, I regret selling several of the pieces that are probably collecting dust or being nibbled on by mice in a basement somewhere.
Expressing myself with paint has taken a backseat of late to my fictional creations. Again, so personal and then it launches into the world to be read and criticized. It is hard to allow myself to be in that position. However, I love and believe in my book and the characters dwelling within. They are solid. I know them. It is difficult to share them, but I have.
With glee I tell you that dollar-signs from the very first check generated by sales of, The Bainbridges of the Palm Beaches, popped proudly into my checking account this week. Proud am I, no matter the size (it DOESN'T always matter when you are speaking of cashola). At $2.99 a pop, J. K. will be keeping her spot at the top-of-the-richest-beyotch heap. I'm not complaining, quite the opposite.
So, if you are casting your gaze upon this blog today and purchased my fictional novel. THANK YOU, KIDS! I would invite you over for cocktails...but, you'd have to love cheap wine or vodka and I KNOW my blog readers are WAY above that, um, Syrah!
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More random ranting today, so let's move on and discuss, briefly, a recent jaunt down to Fort Lauderdale where Gaz and I plopped ourselves all OV-AH the divine, W Botel.
Love everything about that place; from their decadent blueberry muffins to their even more decadent infinity pools. As you can see, I tried to relax.
Gaz and I have trooped the world over (well, the parts we WANT to troop over) and zipping around Florida tasting this and sampling that rates in the top-tier of excellent experiences. You should try it sometime, if you haven't.
So, if you go to Lauderdale (see, when you live in Florida, you call it that), don't miss Pier 66 for great food, people and yacht watching. Oh, don't forget to jump on a water taxi and sight see all along the Intracoastal. It is simply fabulous. Trust me.
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Speaking of my fiction thinking...gotta go and contact Tori Spelling. The Bainbridges would be a perfect vehicle for her, Dean and the Guncles; Scout and Bill. See, my HUGE success has gone straight to my head. I'm nothing if not optimistic (don't even say what you are thinking).
See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
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