Movies are filled with characters/nerds, who while they do eventually win out and get the girl, are frustrated by their lack of luck and the seemingly good fortune that befalls the good-lucking, letter-wearing, hardly-working-at-it-at-all, all purpose jock. Fairness does not enter into this discussion. Life is what it will be. Persistence is their only weapon. […]Read More Will you go to the prom with me? Please. Please? Will you? Will you? Huh? Huh?
Fame has never really been one of those things for which I’ve lusted. I will admit I do like my work being noticed, reviewed positively, and even purchased for inclusion in art collections. But fame of the Lindsay Lohan variety, ehhh, not so much. That said, I do want my book Arn? Narn. to be […]Read More Matt, Jon, George…can you hear me? Are you out there?
For lo’ these many years, I’ve been able to get by under the radar. That is truly one of the joys of being a photographer. I get to witness and by that, vicariously (I guess), experience a whole host of things without being the subject of them. That is the wonderful and safe anonymity of […]Read More L’il ol’ stealth me.
Since I have yet to decide on using a PR agency, I am creating much of the collateral material myself that I’ll need to market Arn? Narn. The video is done and up on YouTube. It will be included and/or linked to any correspondence sent out regarding the book. But it can’t stop there. A […]Read More DIY PR (or Don Draper, eat your heart out!).
Every day, every thing we do as humans is a transaction of some kind. Oftentimes, it involves convincing another to come around to your way of thinking; or to do something they might not have considered previously; or buy something you’re selling. Yes, that’s right, we are all involved in sales in one fashion or […]Read More And now with more brighteners!
For a year now, arnnarn.com has been publishing my experiences in Newfoundland and about producing the book Arn? Narn. There is still more to come as we get closer to publication date – six weeks away – and I’ll still be writing about what happens afterwards! But as I have in the past, I’d like […]Read More It’s your turn.
Back in the old Bard’s day, getting published was probably not the issue it is today. He probably didn’t even have the competition that new authors do today as well. And it certainly didn’t hurt that he was pretty good with words. The Bard himself (twitter.com) Old Will may have sent out book queries and […]Read More Are you sure Shakespeare started this way?
The days of placing some ads in newspapers to herald the arrival of your book are mostly in the past. Of course that would be part of your marketing campaign today, but only a small part. The internet has changed all that. This blog is proof of that. This should be the very first thing […]Read More Dammit Jim, I’m a photographer, not a film maker!
As Arn? Narn. gets closer to its publication date, things are starting to speed up. So much so that it sometime feels like I’m Alice falling through the Looking Glass. There is a laundry list of things to do that keeps getting longer despite completing those very things on it. Wait, I think I just […]Read More I’m late, I’m late (as are all of us), for a very important date.
(Warning: content addresses adult themes – not really – and no bad photos.) It’s not like that all. We are still together and in love with each other, still! But for the previous three years, I’d been carrying on an affair, right out in the open, thank you very much, and I was still happily […]Read More Menage a Wha?
As I wrote earlier, when we were sitting in the airport, my lovely bride happened upon a postcard for a perfectly wonderful B&B. And as I wrote, I through my infinite wisdom had booked us for three nights in this wonderful place. Am I good or what? We are now on our way to this […]Read More In which I get it right.
All the good stuff that goes into conceiving a child is great. It’s the fodder of legends, songs, stories, movies, and art. And it only takes nine months. Then the hard work begins, years of being a parent which never really end even when they’re grown and move out. Nine months to the start and […]Read More A baby takes nine months; a book – maybe nine years!
With bellies full and hearts settled, we set out to explore. We have a map but plan on using it only if we get lost. If you know where you are in relation to the sea, you should be alright. That was our plan and we stuck to it. We visited some antique shops in […]Read More We drive around, eat some fish, listen to music, talk to Newfoundlanders, and go to a dance.
After the initial concussion of our cottage by the bay, Carla and I are acting like we live there. We could do this – downsize and do it here. We don’t need all: the clothes, furniture, tchotchkes, appliances, whatever that we have. This is life simplified. This is life without pretense, life without malls, life […]Read More Watching the fog roll around and drinking wine.
We make our plans to head once more into the… yeah, right. (celluloidheroesreviews.com) Rested, fed, and eager to get going, we head out of St. John’s to the Burin Peninsula. This is the only place we go that I haven’t been to, so it will be a new adventure for me as well. This will […]Read More Once more into the breach dear friends, once more!
After our momentous arrival in St. John’s, daylight has finally arrived and we leave the hotel, but not before tipping generously the still on-duty, unbelievably helpful concierge. We grab a taxi and head over to the airport. It is still a bit too early as the car rental counters aren’t open yet, so we just […]Read More Hi Ho all over again…Part 2
In the estimation of my wife, I had become obsessed with Newfoundland. Yeah, alright, it’s true. (Could an intervention be far behind?) The two trips up there had been transformative experiences for me. Now that she had seen what I had seen, she wanted to go there. Who was I to argue? Planning the trip […]Read More Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it’s off to… (with apologies to Snow White and her minions, not to mention Steve McQueen).
As I started to round “Arn? Narn?” into the form of a book, I needed to get an idea of what interest it might generate. Of course, I believed in it, perhaps too much as a the parent of their first-born can be. The reality that it might not have any merit doesn’t enter my […]Read More Dear Mr./Mrs./Ms., Thank you…. The Creativity of Rejection Letters.
It brought her to tears…the fourth note..Read More It brought her to tears…the fourth note.
Art is arguably a singular endeavor. The writer and painter, poet and dancer, composer and photographer, sculptor and weaver, almost always do it in solitary. There are, no doubt, studies of this peculiar trait inherent in the creative class. It goes beyond right brain, left brain. It is a need which manifests itself in the […]Read More It brought her to tears…the fourth note.
Earlier I wrote about the new 3 “Rs” – readin, ‘ritin’, and rewritin’. I was soon to learn of the fourth “R” – rejection. (urbanmusewriter.com) (phillyschoolsearch.com) Ah, yes – this is the type of stuff that’s been going on since high school. The big difference here is that in high school I might not have […]Read More The Fourth “R”
(phdinparenting.com) As a writer, I’m a pretty good photographer. Conversely, as a photographer, I probably needed to go back to school, maybe even pre-school. I have always played well with others, but I didn’t like sharing. (Sorry for the digression.) Put a camera in my hands and I’m pretty fearless. Not war photographer fearless, but […]Read More The New 3 “Rs” – Readin’, ‘Ritin’ and Rewritin’
The printing of the photographs is finally complete. I can now look at these and see if there is any sense to be made of them. Or should I just go ahead and get a job in a shoe store? (citizenbrand.typepad.com) Editing a photography book is like playing with LEGOS (TM – don’t want to […]Read More Let me get this straight: the forks go on the left and the knives and spoons go on the right, right?
Even though there are many photographs to print, some are revealing themselves to be keepers right off the bat; others, ehhh, not so much. So the editing starts while I’m still printing. That should make things easier at the end, right? Not so fast, Bucko! Some become instant favorites while others are quickly relegated to […]Read More Now where’s that photo with the, the, you know…
Sponsor: And now we return to our regularly scheduled interview – I. You mentioned that the cod, Newfoundland’s largest source of revenue, were gone and the affect it had on the island’s population. B. Yes, that’s right. The fish stocks had fallen off before, but certainly not to the precipitous levels that they reached in […]Read More Exclusive, first time ever, interview… with me. Part 2.
For a lot of people, the idea of mummers is garishly dressed men in otherworldly and fanciful, often feathered outfits marching in a parade. Almost as if RuPaul had been on a bad acid trip. Making it worse is that it was usually held on New Year’s Day morning in Philadelphia. As if a hangover […]Read More Mummer Dearest. (Don’t worry about the wire hangers.)
Interviewer: Hello and welcome to this exclusive interview with the author and photographer of the book “Arn? Narn.”, Bruce Meisterman. Thanks for coming here today Mr. Meisterman. (ossipeevalley.org) Bruce: Thank you. I’m very happy to be here with you and please, call me Bruce. I: OK then,… uh – Bruce. How did you come up […]Read More Exclusive, first time ever, not seen on any cable networks, other blogs, or even tweeted about yet… imaginary interview. Part 1.
I’d come from a long way away. I’m not from Newfoundland and more’s the pity, to me at last. I’m a “come from away.” That is the gentle term Newfoundlanders use to describe visitors or people who have moved from a different part of this province or another country to this new one. Come from […]Read More Come from away’s are welcome here.
After careful and meticulous (I hope) examination, I’ve selected some 200 photographs to print from the several thousand taken in Newfoundland. Having so many to choose from is like deciding which of your children will live and the others, well, you get the picture. In this case, several thousand negatives (most of them!) will never […]Read More Done and done-r.
I’m not getting out much anymore. Sounds almost like a song. No, that’s “Don’t get around much anymore.” Good try. Johnny, show Bruce what he’s won. No, I’m not getting out. There is a lot of work to do on this book. While I’m deeply involved in now creating the bones for “Arn? Narn.”, I […]Read More Partridgeberry jam: Nectar of the Gods.