On display

In the way back, I bought hella stickers, little sparkly bags to put swag in, and a plethora of nice draw-string bags. 

I didn't do that this year. 

I'm going to pass out what I have and then reevaluate. 

First, everyone thought the sparkly bags were for sale. I literally typed out a note for the table that explicitly told passers-by to help themselves. Had a pen, my business card, stickers, and an old-timey stamp library checkout card. 

I couldn't GIVE the nice bags away. They're fabric with drawstrings in black, green, and blue. They are uber nice. 

Everyone liked the stickers, both in the sparkly bags and on the table. 

Candy was a no-go for pretty much everyone. Ended up giving one family an entire bag of Reece's chocolate hearts because they caught me at the end of the day, and those were NOT going home with me. 

I would recommend donating a book or books for a giveaway basket. Or having your table tied into a raffle or bingo card of some sort. Needing a sig to win a prize. That sort of thing. 

But pace yourself. I don't think that results in many sales.

Yesterday, I put twelve of my books in the display I bought. I've several more written. But having a visual of my hard work is certainly a means of pushing productivity. I keep looking at them and simply smiling.

Funny thing, I think I can buy another display and have two, especially next year. 

Sometimes it's not the sales, my darlings. Sometimes it's the knowledge that the dream of your heart is coming true before your eyes.

I'm a dreamer

I think I aggravate some people with my optimism and certainty of my dreams.  I live my life in a state of knowing I'm capable of achieving my dreams so why wouldn't I live as such?  But Crystal, it hasn't happened.

Yet.

Hasn't happened...yet.

I stay in motion, and my dreams do the same.  I write or work on writing at least six days a week because that's my dream, and it needs to be fed like other parts of my life.  Do I become discouraged?  Of course.  I'm human.  But I pick myself up and continue.  It doesn't matter so much if others in my close circle don't understand how truly the writing mirrors the beating of my heart.  I understand it.  I nurture it.  I hold it close and murmur encouraging words.  We make plans for the future.  We grow.

We dream.

My dreams are built on a solid foundation of love, hard work, and diligence.  And I will make sure they are given the best opportunity to bloom into the full manifestation of every second put into them.  What I want, more than anything, is to share my stories with the world.  

And I will. 💖

Always writing*