Booked my first book signing today. March 26^th is the big day. I can’t help but wonder how sudden celebrity will affect my sparkling personality.

     Yeah---Right. 

     A best seller comes in at 5,000+ copies. I’m beginning to see just how high that mountain is. Well, I can see up to the clouds; the pinnacle is far beyond my sight. If I was doing this for money or recognition; I’d really be depressed about now and I’m just getting started.  

      I’m not. Not depressed and not in it for the money. I’m doing this for me. Selfish? Egotistical? Maybe…probably, but who gives a… 

     I’m a diabetic and check my blood sugar. I do it for me; to stay reasonably healthy. I don’t really have a choice. 

     Writing is the same. I do it because: that’s me. All this stuff is in my head and it needs to get out. I don’t really have a choice if I want to be healthy. So, I’m doing this for me. I need to write…but: 

     Here’s a thought. When I’m totally senile, will I live in the haunted worlds that inhabit my imagination? Hmmmm, maybe.

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