OK. After a long gestation period and an intense pre-publication year, Arn? Narn. has been published. I’m now in the hawking-my-book period, doing as much PR as possible to generate interest and of course sales. Yet, like so many other writers/artists/musicians, I do have a real job as well. So of course I need to […]Read More My new balancing act or “Up on the tightrope…” with regards to Leon Russell.
For the past 15 months or so, I’ve been diligently writing, recounting my experiences photographing in Newfoundland, and getting Arn? Narn. ready for publication. Add in the PR aspect of letting the world know about it and then acting on the results of said PR and it’s easy to see that it has consumed a […]Read More Blog-slinger.
It used to be at one time one was not supposed to trust anyone over the age of 30. If you did, you were a traitor to the “cause” (whatever that may have been), you could no longer be trusted, and you were a sellout. A pariah in your own time. So, I have to […]Read More Yes, it’s true, (sob!), I sold out!
Oh, my. Oh, yes. Omigod. That seems to be more and more my response to news these days about my book, Arn? Narn. And at this point, it’s all good. I’m not certain I had any specific expectations about the response the book might receive. Oh, sure, I had hopes, but they’re all too easily […]Read More Oh, myyyy…. with all due respects to George Takei.
Shhhh. Put the dog out, the children to bed, lock the doors – I want to talk with you about something really scary. OK? Everyone settled in? Good. Talk quietly ’cause I don’t want this to get out – it could change everything. There’s this thing called the internet. Some say Al Gore invented it, […]Read More Has anyone here ever heard of this new thing called the internet?
Just about thirteen months ago, I began writing this blog about my then upcoming book about disappearing rural Newfoundland entitled Arn? Narn. Two weeks ago, Arn? Narn. was published. It has been an eventful year and it continues even as I write this. Last night I returned from the Southern Festival of Books in Nashville […]Read More Hemingway, Grisham, Shakespeare, and me.
Not ever having worked in films or in Hollywood (I’ve been there once though), I’m not familiar firsthand on either winning awards (I haven’t) or getting reviews (I have). So, I have no statuette to put on my mantle or pawn when I run up against it financially. That’s a lifestyle that is too foreign […]Read More The envelope please…
Last week, I wrote about going digital with an online webinar. Yet I honestly had no idea of the speed in which things can occur on the net. Yes, I knew all about things going viral virtually overnight, but when it starts to happen to you, it’s a whole new ball game. This is how […]Read More Inconceivable!
Andy x4. A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, Andy Warhol‘s galaxy to be specific, he stated that “…in the future, everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.” By and large, he has been right. He could have amended that to add “in their own galaxy.” All one has to do is […]Read More Andy Warhol was wrong.
For years, I’ve unknowingly been using the Julian calendar to plan my days, appointments, and whatnot to bring some order to my life. Until now, it’s never failed me. It’s orderly – seven days, always following the same sequence, starting on Sunday- ending on Saturday, only to do it all over again, fifty-two times each […]Read More And what calendar are you on sir?
For very many years, the Indianapolis 500 race has been started with the famous words, “Gentlemen, start your engines.” In recent years, that has come to include female drivers as well. So, I now say to all my loyal readers (male and female) out in blog land…Gentlepeople, start your engines! The race is on. To […]Read More Gentlemen (women too, of course) start your engines…
Throughout the process of getting Arn? Narn. ready to come to market, I joked about it becoming a film. Even casual acquaintances asked if it would be made into one. My joking reply was that I would have to have approval over who portrayed me. Brad Pitt is too young. Donald Sutherland too old. Maybe […]Read More Soon to be a major motion picture.
Like an impending weather front coming in without any indication of what to expect, there appears to be a schedule forming of where there will be “Bruce” sightings. Unlike Big Foot, rumors of my existence are not exaggerated however unfortunate that may be. These sightings will be book signings, media appearances, readings and such. I […]Read More Oh man, do I really have to take a shower for this?
That wind, a storm almost, came out of the north blowing away all my preconceived notions of isolation and leaving in its trail a yawning, gaping hole of wistfulness, what might have been had I been born there and at another time. But still, I did get to see it, be there, and experience a […]Read More Purple prose…and doubts.
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?
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!
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’
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.)