Lost On The Road To Fame and Fortune

A few years ago all I dreamed about was getting a book published. I envisioned subsequent book signings, the interviews, getting on the NY Times Best Seller List, and perhaps, maybe... a nomination for the Pulitzer prize. I expected there to be requests for my autograph and E-mails from numerous new writers across the country, asking me for tips on getting published themselves.

I planned to move to the countryside, where my office would be in a room with a large picture window facing a magnificent view. My desk would be in front of that window, so during breaks I could look up from my computer and enjoy the scenery. I would shop for the most comfortable chair ever, so the numerous hours spent weaving future (also successful) tales wouldn't be too hard on my back.

I was contemplating whether I should look into a microphone, so I could speak those tales into the computer instead of typing them. I'm pretty fast using only two fingers, but I could get a lot more books written if I used the automatic system. I wrote out numerous dedications for future books, to make sure I thanked everyone who needed to be thanked. 

I read up on writing screen plays as well, as some of my books might be turned into great movies someday. The screen writer is always the one who gets the Oscar, not the author, and I wanted that little golden statue on my mantle piece. Naturally, I spent many a sleepless night forming an acceptance speech in my mind.

I hate driving, so I wondered if I should hire a driver for my long distance excursions for book signings and tours, or just purchase an RV and let my husband drive me around the country. It would be fun and we could take the dogs along.

I decided that yes, I would be more than happy to make speeches at the schools I attended, and in the classrooms of my grandchildren, if I were asked.

I promised myself I wouldn't let fame and fortune change me. I would remain humble, grateful and never forget the people who helped me get where I was.

Seems I may have been a bit premature, or perhaps, wasted a lot of time worrying about the details. Maybe my wish wasn't quite clear, because although I did get my first book 'Passing Whispers' published, none of the aftermath I envisioned came to be. Not much happened at all. I felt like a teenager who was stood up on prom night. All dressed up with nowhere to go. In fact, my contract with Devine Destinies expired and I signed a new contract with Environmental Publishing. It will be re-released sometime this year.

It seems that getting published might be the easy part. Good grief. Maybe I'm being too hard on myself. The eight year old daughter of my middle daughter's old best friend from high school DID ask me to autograph a piece of paper for her. That's something. Right?

And when 'Passing Whispers' comes out again this years, maybe the new publisher will show it to the right people. Maybe it will sell like wild fire and I will be on the NY Times Best Seller List after all! And then...

Or not. Sigh.

What About Bob

Hasn't anyone wondered what became of me the past few months? Aww, c'mon. Somebody did. Those who know and work with me already know about Bob. I joined a Dating Site in February, just to browse. Talk about a fantastic shopping experience! I found the Perfect Man. I ordered him right away, lest some other lucky girl snagged him up first. After a few 'flirts', E-mails, telephone calls (with that sexy, deep voice of his!) we decided to meet at AppleBee's. Dinner lasted three and a half hours. We were talking, not eating. LOL. Then, the next week, he took me to see the circus, since I had never gone before. We had a great time, and he offered to help me and my daughters move to our new house. It had already been planned, and I hated to impose on him, but he was strong (an iron worker by trade), in better shape than me (he belongs to a gym and actually goes), he was willing and he had a truck. Perfect. Plus, it gave us an excuse to spend hours and hours together, which led to us becoming inseparable.

And now??? We're engaged to be married! Yes, it's true! Don't feel bad if you're in shock and disbelief. I was too. Not to mention my kids. The ceremony will take place on February 12, 2012. Our one year anniversary. Some may think it a bit rushed, but not us. At my age, I know what I want, and I'd like to walk down the aisle before I need a cane.

Now, my previously empty, dull and boring days, with a social calendar as wide open as Texas, is now full, busy and exciting. Unpacking the new house. Merging my stuff with Bob's stuff (but to tell you the truth, it wasn't too difficult as his stuff was better than my stuff. Oops. I hope none of my stuff is reading this. Sorry.) In return for his unceasing help in hanging shelves, drilling holes and all that man-type stuff, I am helping him move down here. He's from central Jersey, and will be putting his house up for sale soon. I'm also learning how to plan a wedding,I bought a Bowflex machine and have been working out like a fiend, and have been looking into dance lessons. How cool would it be for Bob and I to stun and amaze our friends attending our wedding reception like we were from 'Dancing With The Stars'?
Bob bought me the most awesome diamond engagement ring, which is dazzling under every conceivable light. I know, cause I've LOOKED at it under every conceivable light.
I got to meet his sister and her husband who live in Massachusetts for a weekend. I'll meet his parents in a few weeks.

I've been glued to the Internet looking at wedding gowns, bridesmaids gowns, wedding cake toppers, garters, ring bearer pillows, invitations, photograohers, DJ's, best song sites, churches and reception halls. Who needs a wedding planner?