If I Was a Rich Girl by Gloria Silk #Travel
USA Today Bestselling Romance and Women’s Fiction Author
How would you feel, what would your life look like if you were born richer than the Queen of England or became as famous as Oprah, Ellen DeGeneres, Bill Gates or any celebrity?
Are you the type who will own many cars and mansions across the globe, or will you travel so much more and revel in never having to work another day in your life?
In my professional capacity as a romance author creating my own worlds and characters, I’ll share with you my ideal if I were one of the lucky few with more money than I knew what to do with.
I’m describing this to you in the present tense, because who knows, maybe it’ll work as an affirmation for me to gain some of these delightful dreams in my lifetime. Stranger things have happened.
So on with the dreams
French Country Chateau
With my love of everything luxurious and beautiful, I own a regal seventeen-bedroom chateau in the South of France, which was once owned by an aristocrat with good but expensive taste. The British architectural design of the manicured grounds captures the eighteenth century opulence. A wide tree lined lane takes my open-topped classic Thunderbird (one of my other cars is a Rolls Royce) up towards the elegant and large chateau with views of vineyards and lavender covered hills beyond it. The sun is always shining, of course. The fourteen steps up to the imposing entrance hold some of the housekeeping staff who welcome my arrival.
The high ceilinged dining room is light and airy with a twenty-four seat gold inlayed antique table. The crystal and gold-rimmed white Wedgewood glitters under the two grand chandeliers.
My favorite by far is my fit-for-royalty bedroom with the vast views through the French doors.
Parisian Romance and Chic
I own a spacious three-bedroom apartment in the heart of Paris overlooking the Eiffel Tower.
Through the living room balcony overlooks, the city views encapsulate the breathtaking European charm by day, and the shimmering, sparkling nighttime romance. The apartment has a large living area with original nineteenth century details of the high ceilinged crown moldings down to the highly polished original dark hardwood herringbone-patterned floors. The furnishings comprise pale sky-coloured velvet plush loveseats and a few well-loved antique Louis XIV pieces. Romantic large tapestries and golden framed landscape watercolours hang on the white expansive walls across the living areas and the halls.
In the bedroom—excuse me, the boudoir—the large windows overlook a lush garden courtyard with a fountain in the center. Here on the balcony sounds of sprinkling water mingle with bird song as I enjoy an occasional red glass of wine.
This is my favorite spot for quiet contemplation. I also write my novels and blogs on my laptop on the corner of the leggy antique desk situated by the floor-to-ceiling French doors.
Idyllic English Country Estate
As I was brought up in England, I have opted for ‘my cottage’ in the Cotswolds; I prefer the views of the green sprawling country rather than having a large flat in central London. I find it too busy and I leave the hustle and bustle behind for the young and the shopaholics. Give me a lovely quiet country estate I call ‘my cottage’ with all the amenities and I’m happy for weeks at a time. Here even the English rains do not bother me when I am curled up with a nice classic book by the warm fire.
Private Island in the Caribbean
I enjoy my six-bedroom villa on a private little island with the Caribbean emerald green-blue sea surrounding me as I write under the thick shade of the tall palm trees. Beyond the billowing sheers and canopies of white muslin framing the expansive views, this hidden island is a paradise. I walk (semi-naked if I wish) for miles on its golden sanded shores. I sometimes pick the myriad of shells, some as large as a coconut, of incredible shapes and iridescent hues on my strolls when gathering my thoughts and plotting the current work-in-progress.
The only people and pets who are with me are my lovely husband and Cockapoo, Princess Bella. The breeze and the quiet around me inspire such perfect peace and creativity that I imagine the characters and their worlds as if they’re real and actually with me.
Traveling the World
The holidays away with my family are of course taken in the exotic parts of the world. Yachting through Europe, or taking the private jet to Hawaii or Goa and staying at a lux hotel. Then I can visit the Taj Mahal and perhaps some of my Bollywood superstar friends.
We creatives understand each other.
Real Villa just like in one of my novels
Years after I’d written and published my novel, Second Destiny where the couple have some steamy romantic times at a villa I’d invented in my imagination, I came across the perfect chic villa on the internet. This property in Provence and the Cote dAzur (which is for rent) is the exact vision I’d had for my romantic lovers in my novel. Enjoying the private pool where only the birds can see their intimate kisses, where they can dine on the fresh produce from the local market on the two hundred year old table on the veranda overlooking the gorgeous vineyard views. Where the bedroom is plush and welcoming and the fireplace as regal and warming as their love for each other.
If I ever get a place as romantic and organic, that is as part of the landscape, all to myself (anywhere in Europe) that would be my ultimate dream come true. In reality, this type of space and the price bracket is a little out of my range. But I am still in my dream world.
I’m sure now you can how much I love my ‘job’, and why I create my worlds with so much romance and magic.
Between the pages of my novels and stories, I can transport myself and the reader to an ideal that not only inspires a sense of romance and well-being, but also brings escape and joy.
Nobody’s Baby But Mine
Can Rachel and James find their way back into each other’s hearts after tasting temptation and facing devastating news? How strong is love in the face of reality?
With an adoring patient saint of a husband, Rachel's 7 year marriage to James Conran has grown from great to incredibly blessed. But all Rachel has yearned for over the past 5 years is wanting a baby.
Everything else is perfect... well until she bumps into her sexy ex-lover, Daniel Ross. The Italian knows his way around women, and Rachel is disgusted at how tempted she is to spend time with him, in the name of her work, of course.
Realizing how desperate she has become to have a baby--she actually wonders if the unexplained infertility is not her fault, and if Daniel can get her pregnant--she takes matters into her own hands and decides to have further exploratory fertility tests. On the day she makes it clear to Daniel that she's not interested in anything he has to offer, she meets a beautiful pregnant red-head. As they become close friends the young woman offers Rachel a gift that will change many people's lives.
But her loving, patient husband has been withdrawing lately. Is it really his career or is there something he's not sharing with Rachel? Can they ever become a happy family? Is it too little too late? And where does Daniel come into all this?
The Here and Now
In my everyday reality what brings me joy, you may ask.
More than money can give me is the short answer.
I’m ashamed to admit that under the glare of harsh reality of conquering breast cancer (twice) in my early forties while trying to protect my then ten-year-old-daughter, and then in 2011 nearly losing the love of my life to heart disease, it’s embarrassing to confess that I’m the type who always strives for ‘more’.
Nothing wrong with wanting more, but I wish it hadn’t taken these life-threatening situations to make me begin to appreciate the reality, the ‘here and now’.
Of course I enjoy life’s luxuries as much as the next person, but the cliché of ‘appreciating the here and now’, the present gift, is so very true for me. I just wish it hadn’t come to this, when I realized how much I meant to my family, and I truly understood that without my husband, daughter, and good friends my life filled with artistic creativity and all the (imagined) luxuries and opulence described above would leave me feeling unmoved and alone.
No amount of material wealth with all the glitter and decadence would fill that emptiness within me.
So while you join me in wishing for paradise or infinite wealth and the freedom they may bring let’s enjoy the present, too. Because no paradise truly exists outside fiction and imagination, and everything is finite. But our attitudes will make or break our levels of contentment within our lives, our relationships and careers on the everyday level.
So go ahead and buy that lottery ticket, escape to the warmer climes in the depths of winter if you can, or travel through the adventures of time and wonderful worlds between the covers of your favorite books, but also stop and take the time to look at what’s right and good right now. And I hope you’ll find so much to be grateful for within your own rich life.