Yesterday I sat and paced and wandered the spaces in the log cabin. Members of our group, Art in the Mountains, set up shop in the state-of-the-art log cabin at Perry County Park. Messy weather was predicted. I had no idea what outcome to expect.

Things were slow until about eleven at which time people poured in. We had about seventeen vendors. My table was at the front. I had ten of my watercolor prints on the left of my table with my books fanning out to the right. Around eleven thirty we had pizza delivered. I took two slices back to my table. As I nibbled on them from beneath my display, customers began to ask about my book.

Neighbors, kinfolks, teachers, and perfect strangers bought my book.  I think I sold seven or maybe eight of them; it felt good to lose count. None of my prints sold but they were admired by many. Large prints involve framing and more moola so I can see where they might not be the thing to buy during tough times. Books however sell easy as chocolate. Here in Appalachia, we love to read and appreciate the finer things in life. The teacher plans to use it in her class. Now that felt good as a glass of sweet tea.

I am writing more and more short stories now that the weather has cooled off considerably.  Also, I sold one at the Autographed Bookstore with AD. Thanks! Check it out as I have lowered the price there for fellow writers! Best of luck to all of you from "Dollar Holler".

Click here

Marge Fulton