Certain events in my life this week have gotten me thinking about one of my favorite movies: An American In Paris, starring Gene Kelly. There is one scene in particular that really highlights how I feel.
Gene plays a poor but happy-go-lucky artist living in Paris. He enjoys hanging out with his friends and fellow artists, and every day he sets his paintings out for sale on the street, but he doesn't really expect to sell them. He's just happy to be producing his art and soaking up all the fun of living in Paris.
One day a wealthy woman wanders by and takes particular notice of two of his paintings. "I want to buy them," she tells Gene. "How much are they?"
Completely taken aback, Gene replies: "Gee, I don't know."
Woman (surprised): "You don't know?"
Gene: "Well, I never thought I'd get to the point where that would be an issue."
[I love that line!]
Gene then asks the woman to make an offer. "Fifteen thousand francs," she says.
Fifteen thousand francs (about US$50 at the time) was a nice bit of money for a poor artist in 1950. Gene can only stare at her in disbelief.
"For each," she clarifies, misunderstanding his look. "Will that be acceptable?"
Gene (still stunned): "That will be good and acceptable."
This is exactly how I felt this week, as I made my first ever book sale, a three-book deal to Grand Central Publishing's Forever line. Even though, unlike Gene's character, I did expect to sell my work, I am nevertheless amazed that it has happened.
I'm thrilled that my first book, an inspirational historical romance set in 1850s London, is set to be published in November 2012, with two more books to follow in 2013!
