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Am I an Author?

Well, I’ve been brought up by two alcoholics which means I’m text-book and have no self-esteem.  But I’ve gone and self-published anyway.  My friend, Jen, called me the other day and said, “I don’t have time to talk, but tune into NPR right now, they’re talking about how self-publishing is not for “losers” anymore”!  (That was alot of hyphenated words.)

I looked the transcript up online, sent it to Marty, and he said back to me in an email, “then stop apologizing for self-publishing”.

For someone who has very, very low self-esteem, it took so much for me to do this whole project.  It took lots of writing classes in NYC, publicizing classes in NYC, paid-for copyediting, two editorial reviews before I hit “PUBLISH MY BOOK”.

The best part was when my auntie received her book from me in the mail, the auntie to whom the book is dedicated as she always makes me laugh.  She said she was so “puffed up”!  She’s about 150 years old now, and she still makes me laugh.  I put stickies on four pages for her to read, as reading is a little tough for her now.  She said it’d be no problem as she has a page magnifier!  I’m so pleased.

On the homefront, my former neighbor dropped off seven books to be signed that she was giving as gifts!  Rock my world, baby! She is my new best friend.

The books on the bed are for signing ( – kicks and giggles), the box to the right of the fireplace, lots of book drafts to be trashed!

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Flying without the Jet

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The bellman in NYC remembers me.  There are numerous reasons why he might, of course.  The fact that I’m batshitcrazy, I’m so good looking, the generous tips I give him during my stays, or the desk people see on their computer that I’m a returning customer (probably the most likely).  I stayed for five days in a row at the same hotel and got to know him a year ago, and have been quite a few times more after that.  This was the first time however, the bellman was meeting my Sciencegirl, and he liked her more than me.  As did most of the oogling men in the city, I noticed.

Upon checking out of the hotel,  Sciencegirl and I were leaving to catch our separate cabs to the different airports when the bellman put us in fancy black SUVs instead of cabs for just $5 more.  Then he kissed me goodbye on the cheek!  He really likes me.   (Sciencegirl and I didn’t share a ride, we like to “drop and roll”, make a quick “love ya later” or I’ll cry every time.)

Well I have never made it from midtown Manhatten to JFK airport in 15 minutes before.  Have you? I would have thought it was impossible.  I was flying before I even got on my jet to fly back to Buffalo.  The ride was not a serene SUV-take-it-easy ride like they are supposed to be when you choose the SUV over the taxi, it was the same as a regular-old taxi ride.  No shock absorbers in that thing, and zipping in and out of traffic worse than every other New Yorker in a car.

On a whole, we had the best trip, so relaxed, a glass of wine every pit stop and meal.  I only walked the wrong direction once, Libbylicious, coming out of the theatre, but realized after one block that I moving towards the wrong ‘hood.

Already looking for good plays to make my next trip back.