Blog Post Four
Another day in paradise is not just an illusion, it is real. Life is what you make of it, not what it makes of you. I've been thrown a lot of curves in the past few months, while although frustrating, only strengthened my determination to press forward, onward, & upward. To dig my heels in a bit deeper, if you will. Yes, I'm still struggling to get this website off the ground, but, it has not deterred me in the least. My sleepless nights and 18 - 20 hr days are only just temporary, one day I'll be able to relax a bit. That will not be today, tomorrow or anytime in the very near future. When? A couple of months, maybe.
Revelations
Dad, why are you playing games?
Rose, whatever do you mean? I'm flummoxed by your accusation. I'm doing my Father's work and you should be proud, very proud of my good deeds.
Our Father informed me clearly and precisely what you are truly doing, she exclaims.
Did He now? I slyly remark!
Yes sir, and you better watch out for them traps, she warns!
You're in heaven, supposed to be watching over me, your father, and you're constantly annoying me. That's not how this is supposed to go, my dear.
Dad, our Father dictates everything I'm to do, or not do. You got a problem, take it up with Him.
Tell you what “party pooper”, you can go back and watch the show sitting next to Mr. Perfect and let me handle my business, my way. “Now skadaddle.”
Night dad, big kisses. Love you very much.
Nite Miss Goodie 2 Shoes!
Back to our regularly scheduled program
Today was not a bad day. Kept my phone, internet and website from being disconnected. Yes, today was fantastic indeed. Time to finish up the painting I've been working on, upload it and start on the next one. To all of my fellow artists of all the various groups, this starving artist concept is not at all what it's cracked up to be. Supposedly, that's the way movie writers envision it. (Makes for a good story line.) I for one, don't have a problem becoming an overnight sensation. Struggling day after day, missing deadlines, paying bills late and sleeping on the sidewalk to keep up the charade of being a “die-hard artist” is not in my game plan.
I have every intention of becoming successful at what I do. (Being me!) I am an artist. That's what I do. That's what I am. That's what I breathe. That's what makes my heart go “thump, thump”. (You heard me, I didn't stutter!) So prepare yourselves for what I have in store. Don't expect anything spectacular at the beginning. Where's the fun in that? (Gotta age gracefully, like fine wine) You'll get a nibble here and a nibble there. As time goes on, there'll be more.
This will be a evolutionary process according to the world of Lilly Pollyanna Galleria. Keep something in mind while you ponder on those words…
…those are not my words, but the words of my partner Lilly. She's the one who financed this operation. So yeah, she did express to me that I had to let everyone know, although not actively involved on a day to day basis, she's not far away, even if she is halfway around the planet at any given time.
So Lilly, my buddy, have fun living large, globe-trotting to Paris, Milan, Bora Bora, and Honolulu. Your 3hour saunas, $500 hair styling, and suntanning on your own private beach, no Lilly, just enjoy yourself. Don't mind me, sitting here eating Ramen noodles while you're feasting on roasted pheasant, oysters, and caviar. So Lilly, bon appetit.
Ciao!
Alvin Mann