Only a hot-air balloon ride could’ve made turning forty better. Well, an acceptance letter from an agent would’ve been nice, but at least today’s rejection didn’t sting.
So for this post I will go no further back in time than yesterday. Hanging art in a coffee shop and having to work around the people with their laptops and lattes was scary. Putting prices on things was stomach dropping. Sounds like I should add that something was priceless…
Writing friends came, mom friends came, work friends, students, neighbors, couple friends… some people even bought art. Some amazing souls actually put money down on something I made. Whoever heard of such a thing?
Money makes me go from Wow!-Really?-That’s great! joy to Oh-no-I couldn’t guilt.
Update–It’s hard to believe that one of the larger pieces sold last night to a complete stranger. That’s just insane.