Simple things can keep you from going where you want to go whether you know where you’re going or not. The price of the ticket. A map read upside down. A cranky ticket conductor. A missed bus. An upset stomach. What sorts of things have derailed you from wherever it was you thought you were going?
I would like to be in the upcoming art festival. I’ve got to have this thing called “a booth shot.” I might come up with the money for the booth fee, but a booth shot? So, they don’t need to say only the well-seasoned need apply. How does the first timer meet these requirements? Like we’ve got booths in our closets? Have you ever seen the prices of displays? It depresses me. It makes me whine.
Two more pieces of art sold this weekend. That’s good. Great. SHOCKING. But much appreciated. Then I let myself get distracted by delusions of grandeur–a real art show!
There is also the question of letting the art take away from the writing. Well, I’ve sold 8 pictures. I’ve been rejected by 22 agents. I’m sorry–which platform am I supposed to be on?
On the lighter, less whiney, side–at my birthday/art show party, someone paid for the coffee. I don’t know how many cups of coffee, but when I and several of my guests ordered our coffee drinks, they were already paid for. No one has come forward and the barista wouldn’t say. Seems ungrateful not to thank the person, but I throw this out into the world–thank you whoever you are. Your kindness was not missed and will not be forgotten.
Has anyone ever done an anonymous kindness for you? Or have you done something anonymously for another?
Sigh. Do you have any ideas about a booth shot?