wandering to the Bakersfield Californian - By N.L. Belardes
Having overcome the flu that took away all my fun at Brews in the Village, I was able to walk over to the Bakersfield Californian today to give Danielle Belton a copy of Lords: Part One. I hobbled down the stairs from my work. No, wait, I think I took the elevator… See? Too much Theraflu starts messing with the ol’ memory. Now, what was I writing? Oh yeah. I made my way to the Californian, wandered inside the Spanish Mission style interior and waited for Danielle Belton to come dancing her way to see me. Did I mention it was like a musical when she arrived? I’m not saying which one, but the hills were alive when she made her grand entrance…
Really, I was just hoping Danielle wouldn’t fall asleep to my novel tonight. Here’s a lady who can type a screenplay in her sleep. Really, I can imagine her doing it. They’re that easy to folks like her.
Now, I can type up a screenplay. No, I can’t type up one in a week. Maybe two weeks. OK, my record is thirteen days, and I have only typed up two feature length screenplays, horror movies at that. I just love scary films. I’ve typed a lot of scripts and such for 30-minute shows and cheesy cartoons…
There wasn’t really a musical, a hat dance or anything. But Belton and I had some good conversation about the music scene, screenplays and a smidgeon about literature…
The reality of such an adventure of crossing a downtown street with artwork in hand: text, cover, photo art, layout… it’s all me, and can all be critiqued, dissected… and that reality will come in what she says about the book. Will it be a so-so review, an “I wasn’t entertained in the least,” diatribe, or an aghast, “I can’t believe this wasn’t nearly as bloody as Sin City!” One never knows.
I walked back to work just happy I could give the book to someone in the media with a smile on my face and giggle to myself that with all the reviews I write of bands and art, I’m really just like every other artist: waiting, pondering, hoping my gift translates through storytelling as readers make their way…
A review is a review. Getting one is the magic. Two of my favorite writers have bad reviews for books I love. I can only hope to join their ranks with my sensationalized literary machinations in Lords: Part One...
Really, I was just hoping Danielle wouldn’t fall asleep to my novel tonight. Here’s a lady who can type a screenplay in her sleep. Really, I can imagine her doing it. They’re that easy to folks like her.
Now, I can type up a screenplay. No, I can’t type up one in a week. Maybe two weeks. OK, my record is thirteen days, and I have only typed up two feature length screenplays, horror movies at that. I just love scary films. I’ve typed a lot of scripts and such for 30-minute shows and cheesy cartoons…
There wasn’t really a musical, a hat dance or anything. But Belton and I had some good conversation about the music scene, screenplays and a smidgeon about literature…
The reality of such an adventure of crossing a downtown street with artwork in hand: text, cover, photo art, layout… it’s all me, and can all be critiqued, dissected… and that reality will come in what she says about the book. Will it be a so-so review, an “I wasn’t entertained in the least,” diatribe, or an aghast, “I can’t believe this wasn’t nearly as bloody as Sin City!” One never knows.
I walked back to work just happy I could give the book to someone in the media with a smile on my face and giggle to myself that with all the reviews I write of bands and art, I’m really just like every other artist: waiting, pondering, hoping my gift translates through storytelling as readers make their way…
A review is a review. Getting one is the magic. Two of my favorite writers have bad reviews for books I love. I can only hope to join their ranks with my sensationalized literary machinations in Lords: Part One...
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Wednesday, September 14, 2005.
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