Posts Tagged ‘a love story with an artist’

2011 begins — some plans & thoughts of things to come

Wednesday, January 5th, 2011

FIRST OF ALL: I have a short video greetings for 2011 if you want to have a look click here.

NOW.
For those paying attention, all five of you, after serializing Brussegem, a snug hell during the last limping weeks of 2010, I’m looking at this as my publishing schedule for 2011:

THE BOY IN THE SANDWICH (children’s fiction)
HOW TO FIND YOURSELF (illustrated version)
Stories on Stuff (Dot Hippo – kid’s textiles)
THE NICE GUY (first novel)
SLICES (novel on business)
INTIMATE DIALOGUES (short stories)
Stories on Stuff (Polite babies)
THE NEXT GENIUS (Novel on artist)
THE BLUE SPOT IN MY HEAD (Part One in fictionalized trilogy)
Stories on Stuff (3 & 4 – kid’s for Christmas)

“The Boy in the Sandwich” will be presented for the world to lick and look at very shortly. Will be putting some free chapters online on a weekly basis, along with audio clips from the novel.

The comes the new, illustrated version of “How to Find Yourself (or a reasonable facsimile)”.
Maybe a couple of chapters of that, too (again), and me reading some chapters. Also free and weekly.

These two books were supposed to see the light of day toward the end of last year, but things got reshuffled and re-organized. The first “How to” book had to be fully reformatted and laid-out due to errors I wrote about somewhere in this blog during the last year. We can’t have that again, so took time to reorganize the publishing work flow. I thought each book would take three months from finished manuscript to launch, but there’s far too much to do properly; properly takes time. So now I’m aiming at a four month launch of each book, from final period to book available.

And adjust accordingly if that still doesn’t supply enough space & time. See whether I actually keep to the publishing schedule this year….

As I have had occasion to mention: I have well over a decade of experience in international publishing in one of the top three media companies. But it is one thing being part of a system, and being the whole system oneself. So refinement in my hidden people venture was called for. To Get It Right. And no doubt this, like life, will be an on-going process.

Beyond books, next up is a final setting up with audio book distributors as I have three audio books just about done and wanting life. Same with my Stories on Stuff T-shirts and textiles and whatnot spin-offs (with “Boy in the Sandwich” and “How to” coming fully born with illustrations…).

Meanwhile, I’m thinking up stories on t-shirts and for kid’s nightwear. Then I want to make a video, or write a play, or write a 300 word story. So that’s what I do: Whatever Comes Up Next.

Thanks for dropping by and reading. –Vincent

Chapters 6 & 7 from “Brussegem, a snug hell”

Friday, December 10th, 2010



As I come to the end of releasing the first seven chapters of this book, I think, There it is. I wrote this, liking all those stories of expat writers in the 1920s and 30s of the last century in Paris being geniuses together. Thought I’d do the same thing, except not. Just one guy, who may or may not be a genius, alone, determined, full of temperament, getting on with the art making. Throw in a commercial writer friend, a woman (a cat, a baby), see what happens. This book happened.

This week’s extract from Brussegem, a snug hell, following on from last week’s. You will find chapters 6 and 7 in a .pdf file format below, but here’s how Chapter 6 begins:

6.
It was a few days later, while Brussegem was putting the final, exact touches on his latest canvas, when he heard a car come crunching up the gravel of his driveway, the slamming of its door, then the hard knocking at his main entrance—all this smack in the middle of his working afternoon, when all sensible people, and his few acquaintances, knew he was to be left strictly in peace with no interruptions, no matter what the death and destruction. He went to answer the door.
“Who the h—”
Veronica Weise gave him a kiss to close his mouth, patted his cheek, smiled, came in, and took off her coat, tossing it on the sofa. She strode about the room, looking at his painting, looking out the rear window, avoiding his eyes.
“Hello! I’m here! Returned to the scene of the crime. Guess what happened? My husband kicked me out! Just like that!” She fiddled with her bracelet. “Who would’ve ever thought that you would be the last straw! That’s what he called you. You, he said, are one lover too many—out. As if I’ve had dozens.”
She put down the candle holder she was toying with and turned to him, throwing up her arms.
“I don’t know why I’m here, but here I am!” she said brightly, and went into his arms. But his arms remained inert by his sides. He stared at her.

Click below to read on:

Brussegem, a snug hell – Part Three – 6 & 7

See the short video on this book:
Click here to view video.

Last audio clip on this goes up next Sunday/Monday. Thanks for looking. –Vincent

Fiction chapters 4 & 5 –Brussegem, a snug hell

Friday, December 3rd, 2010



This week’s novel extract, following on from last week’s. You will find chapters 4 and 5 in a pdf file below, but here’s how this section begins (foretaste…)

4.
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A further word about Brussegem. As time performed its main function–that is, as it passed—becoming, day-by-day, a week, two weeks, more—this solitary painter, stuck in the sticks, developed a carnal need for a simple, unburdening sexual affair. It had little to do with love. At sixty‑two, Brussegem had a love‑empty lifetime to look back upon, and be philosophical about. In his life, there was little need, desire, or want for the tedious daily demands of kisses, devotion, and intolerable everyday companionship that love implied. Had he been impotent, he might have had a fine, uneventful, untroubling artistic life for the rest of his whatever. Unfortunately, in this respect he was still robust. Other reliefs were unacceptable, such as dreamy, sneaky nocturnal pollutions—they were only semi‑pleasurable, undependable in occurrence, and rather annoying in their sudden sticky surprise to be sufficiently gratifying. The other private solution, masturbation, was out; he had never bothered to acquire this skill during adolescence and saw no reason why he should begin to perfect the belittling act now. Finally, being far too proud to take an occasional bus into Brussels to spend his lust on a blasé prostitute, he instead resolved to make a few contacts out in the world in order to find a place his penis could call home.
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Yates’ party was thus convenient.
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Yates’ party turned out to be fifty or more people, mainly American‑British cliques with bits and pieces of broken Belgian accents dispersed within the humming murmurs; they stood around with glasses in their hands, being subdued and semi‑attentive to light conversation. Brussegem observed them with their glinting sociable smiles as they talked shop and sipped liquor.
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Cigarette smoke was thick in the air; someone spilt a drink on the carpet and laughed; the initially subdued, polite talk gained in volume, becoming more of a constant, unpleasant din of strident voices scrambled together, as dense as the smoke. Pre-recorded music came constantly from somewhere.
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Brussegem was increasingly displeased; the gathering was swiftly reminding him why he usually avoided such things. Every six months or so he would attend one of these social affairs, as the reality of them dimmed in his mind, simply to recall how horrible the experience was. Such gatherings replenished his aversion. It was much like witnessing another imperfect sunset, the world just did not work the way he wished. The earth, parties and all, should have been a quiet, un-agitated, reposeful place, a place built for musing and art, much like his atelier. Yet, here he found himself, much like any other silly smiling fool, attending a semi‑happy gathering, when he could be painting, or sitting cozily, thinking, in his slippers at home.
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He nearly departed straightway, yet he remained, his overpowering sexual appetite required it. He took a silent moment to curse the needs of his sexual equipment.


Click below read on, read all of chapter 4 and 5:

Brussegem,a snug hell – Part Two – chapter 4 & 5

Audio clip of next chapter Sunday/Monday coming up… Thanks, Vincent

Podcast – Brussegem, PART ONE, 2

Sunday, November 21st, 2010



Welcome to my ongoing launch of my newest love novel about an artist and art and one determined, dreamy woman, “Brussegem, a snug hell’.

Every Sunday/Monday I’m posting a podcast of the beginning chapters of the novel for those out there who like to hear a good tale unravel into their ear. …read by the author….

The very first chapter was posted last week and can be found here: CLICK HERE FOR FIRST CHAPTER PODCAST.

For the following chapter–toady’s brand new chapter–click below:

Podcast – Brussegem, PART ONE, 2

This coming Wednesday I’ll be launching my wowie-zowie promo video (low on promo, high on hello, this is what I’ve just done). Look for it, because I’ll be looking for you to look at it…

Smiley faces all around and thanks for reading, and maybe, if you made time and want pleasure, for listening. — Vincent

Oh–a P.S. moment:
CLICK HERE FOR MORE INFO ON THIS NOVEL.

Launching of “Brussegem, a snug hell”

Wednesday, November 17th, 2010



This is my new novel. I’m launching. After delays and editorial and design fine-tunings. At this point, I’m indulging in low level yippee and push. Here’s the basic description of its contents:

Brussegem is both a place and a person. But mainly it is a painter. A fully dedicated and fairly isolated American painter living in Europe whose creed is art, and only art.

Until Veronica Weise, the wife of another, seeks his attention, companionship, something artistic, and, if possible, something wild.

But then there’s her baby. And that cat.

The struggle between art and domesticity begins, between an artist who does not want to fall in love, and a woman who does.


For the next few weeks I’ll be doing this:
— On Sunday evenings/Monday mornings, I’ll release an audio clip of the book, for you iPod people (so you can listen to it on your way to work, or start off your week Right!).
— On Wednesday, publishing news/video/info, like today’s post.
— On Friday, the first chapters of the book in pdf files so you can taste it, and, if you like it, buy it.

I’ll start “selling” then, i.e. let you know how to get it in different formats.

I don’t know if this is the ultimate soft selling or non-selling, but it’s my way of getting the word out without raising my voice.

Oh, really, at bottom, my novel is a love story, or rather, a story about love. (I can write my books, but can’t blurb them to simplification death.)

Thanks for reading. More on Friday. — Vincent

Audio clip, Part One, 1: Brussegem, a snug hell, read by the author

Monday, November 15th, 2010

This is the official beginning of launching my short novel “Brussegem, a snug hell”.

I’ll have more info, background, wowie-zowie stuff come Wednesday, but for now, here’s the beginning of my audio book on this novel–soon to be on sale!–if you care yo have a listen. I’ll be posting audio from the first chapters over the next few months.

CLICK HERE:
Brussegem, a snug hell, audio book, Part One, Chapter One

Thanks for listening, reading, being. -Vincent