A Lost Treasure

A long time ago when MTV use to play videos and VHS recorders were the coolest inventions every, I use to record my favorite music videos.

For those of you who remember, it was kind of like having a mix tape of your favorite songs. The kind where we’d always get the disc jockey talking at the beginning or the end. MTV videos were the same but Martha Quinn was so cute it didn’t really matter.

A while back I was cleaning out my old collections of odds and ends and what do you know, there they were. I converted my old videos to DVD’s to keep the memories safe but as time passed they became lost and forgotten.

Doing what I always do when I have a project in mind, I found something shiny and traveled in another direction. This particular shiny thing were my old videos.

Instantly I was taken back in time.

 

Was this a bad idea?

No, not like John Cusack in The Hot Tub Time Machine, but emotionally. Every video, regardless of song, sparked a mood that I was in on that particular day. Interesting enough, it was not the same emotion I felt when I heard the song on the radio.

Yes. I probably need to be part of a medical experiment.

 

Something Happened

Last week I shared with you my experience of the day my books arrived. Soon after that fun day I sat down and read my book. It was the first time I ever read it as an actual reader. Instantly I was taken back in the same way the music videos took me.

Chapter One I was happy and confident. Chapter Two frustrated. Chapter Three contained a series of mixed emotions and so on and so on. You can only imagine my mental state when I finished.

I recognized the major rewrites and the minor ones. I spotted the battles I won with my editors, along with the ones I lost. At one point I had to put the book down and walk away.

 

A one time thing?

I have four more books in my head and if I’m able to write them I’m curious if they will affect me the same way. Or was this nothing more than a rookie experience?

Whatever the future holds, I will say this, when it comes to creating something the end result may always be an emotional roller coaster. At least for me. 

From the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower, Fozzie wishes all of you the greatest week ever. Well….maybe not ever. He does get a tad carried away. 

Have an excellent week. Be safe, be happy but most of all, make Fozzie proud.

 

A student all over again

A while back I mentioned that Dempsey’s Grill was going to be in print. I was not going to mention it again. I already talked about it once so why do it twice? 

But then the box arrived. Along with the emotional roller coaster.

I’ve heard so many people talk about all the things that run through their head when this happens. My good friend Renee April posted an emotional video on the day she opened a box full of her books. 

It was so touching and so real and I knew I would be feeling the same. 

 

In my hands

When I laid my book in my hand I immediately thought of the rough draft and the mess I made.  I thought of the the good days and the bad. Mostly the bad. Trust me, there was a lot. But nothing bothered me. I knew I’d figure this out. 

For those who have been through this I’m sure you’ll agree, if you believe in your story that’s all that really matters. I believed in this story even when the rejections came. 

Trust me there was a lot of them. 

I loved the idea and the characters who brought it to life. Not once did I feel it was too much.

 

My most important lesson

I’m the kind of person who will concentrate on my weaknesses when something good comes my way. I like to take a step back and remind myself I still have a lot to learn. The weakness in this particular situation is marketing.

I’m not the type of set up shop in a bookstore and hope for the best. To be honest it’s overwhelming with all things selling. There is so much to learn that I’m constantly feeling that I am not doing enough or I’m doing something wrong.

I see Dempsey’s Grill as my own person learning tool. This experience will teach me a lot of things. I know when the next book comes out I will be better prepared. I’ll actually have a plan instead of winging it as I go. 

 

Learn as I go

But I don’t mind this winging thing. We have all to learn and we all have to make mistakes, don’t we. Keep saying that, I remind myself. 

No matter what happens it is truly amazing holding your book in your hands. I won’t lie, it’s a scary feeling, but I’ll take it any day. For those of you who have been doing this for awhile, don’t be surprised if I come to you with questions. 

Trust me, I have a lot of them.

I’m at a place where writing a book is easy, but selling is hard. But I don’t mind. As long as it’s fun I’ll continue to learn as I go. 

From the beautiful Cologne Cathedral, Fozzie wishes all of you a fantastic and productive week. 

 

This is my final European trip post. I figured six weeks give or take was enough. I hope you enjoyed my adventures. Life is pretty amazing no matter where we are, isn’t it. 

Instead of a story I thought I would conclude my post with a series of pictures. They were taken during the last week of our trip. We were just a tad exhausted but hey, it’s France and England, there is no time for exhaustion.

On a side note: Because of my book being released and my other book being written I will have to limit my posts to once a week. There is just not enough hours in the day. It bummed me out but I knew I could not write at the level I expect.

On a bright note: I am pleasantly surprised at the popularity of Fozzie Bear. He was going to retire as soon as his European pictures ended but now I wonder, should Fozzie continue?

So here’s a question for you all: Would you like Fozzie to continue wishing you a happy and productive week? If so, I will drag my sorry knee (kids and wife let’s be honest) all over Western Oregon and wherever else we may go with pictures and happy wishes.

Let me know if this is a great idea or a bad one. Now, on with the pictures!!!!!

 

The beautiful town of Calais. Our last town in France

 

 

Who doesn’t love phone booths in London? Well, I thought they were cool.

 

Double deck buses were the best. I kept my feet, and chair on the bottom floor but still…it was cool. 

 

I was a tad bummed the studio was closed. On the other hand I was able to visit their store.  

 

But Abby Road is always open. 

 

It wouldn’t be London without a trip to Buckingham Palace. I waved. Sadly, he didn’t. 

 

It was really good that first day

As my experiences of Europe come to an end the one thing I have not spoken enough of is the food. 

We all have our favorites and I know if this were you, we would be reading the types of food you were drawn to and it’s probably safe to say all of the stories would be a little bit different.

Before I share my experience I want you to do me a favor. Cut and paste the word – SCHWEINESCHNITZEL.

You’ll notice how appealing it looks. Mouth watering, you might way. A dish that one could really sink their teeth into.

 

If only had it stopped in Vienna

I first came across this tantalizing dish in Vienna. It was lunch time. We were guided into a nice little place complete with buffet. 

The place was shiny and bright. A nice little language barrier tossed in for fun causing the cook to point to a special dish on his right. I smiled and pointed yes. I quickly realized when one smiles and points language barriers are quickly forgotten. 

The story could have ended here. It could have turned into a nice pleasing experience. Happy even. Sadly, that’s not where this story is going.

 

It wouldn’t go away

The following day the dish appeared again. But with this particular experience there was no buffet there was only one choice: Our main evening meal chosen by the tour. 

On the bright side I got to choose a side dish.

The routine continued into consecutive days of eight or nine …or was it ten? Whatever it was it was non-stop Schweineschnitzel. 

Sometimes we had the pork version, sometimes the chicken. Whatever it was the damn thing kept coming.

 

A Star is Born…..sort of

To say I was a bit tired of this once appetizing dish is pretty accurate. On the bright side my tired taste buds slowly spilled over to my touring companions.

It wasn’t long before sarcastic songs came into the mix.

Sweet Home, Schweineschnitzel 

Hotel Schweineschnitzel

We are the Schweineschnitzels

 And our personal favorite: 

The Long and Winding Schweineschnitzel.

Our bus was jamming with so many classics we were literally taking it on the road.

Looking back I could have done without the nine or dozen servings in the nine or dozen cities, but if there is a silver lining I will say this – 

If you are ever in Austria, Germany or Switzerland try this dish.

But do yourself a favor: Try it once.

Fozzie enjoyed all of the sites as he traveled the word but the one thing he enjoyed the most was Stefan, our tour guide. They were a lot alike in so many ways.

Not exactly sure that’s a good thing.

As the kids get back into school and we celebrate the final holiday out here in the states, Fozzie wishes you a fun and productive week.