Being Written Reading

I walked into the local bookstore and it smelled of c eat upee. The delta blues was playing softly. I set up my workstation on a side table, preparing to take notes. There were eighter from Decatur marigolds, a half-eaten muffin, and a nearly empty mug of some(prenominal) unknown beverage in my midst. The gothic fellow manning the coffee stand ate some sort of biscuit behind the counter. He spoke to a co-worker of an art studio that he used to have. Meanwhile, a man with glasses and jolly shaggy brown hair was setting things up for the learning the podium, the microphone, and the chairs.At first, I thought he was the author, but he wasnt. William Conescu, the author, had short, curly black hair and no glasses. His eyelids were red. He seemed simultaneously nervous and illimitably delighted to be here. Support was present in the form of a close friend. This friend snapped a photo of William when the learning began. Before William Conescu approached the podium, a gray-haired lady p laced flyers of the bookstores current events on the eighteen chairs arranged in the open room. Then she do an introduction, speaking largely to the seven people in the cafe area.No one had yet sat in any of the chairs lined up in fair rows facing the podium. There were only four minutes left before the reading commenced. The sky darkened. Finally, two men draped their coats and scarves over the backs of chairs. I stood up to go to the restroom where there was graffiti on the walls, which, as usual, I could not decipher. When I returned there were eight people in attendance to the reading of Being Written, a novel by William Conescu. The gray-haired lady made a second introduction and turned the microphone over to the author.Being Written is William Conescus first novel and was released last month. William explained that up to this point he has written short fiction. Actually, for quite some time after undergraduate study, William put off writing, waiting for some stability for t his job to start, for that move to be over. A theme in his novel, he said that many of the actors, writers, and musicians that he knew were not acting, writing, or playing. The protagonist of the novel is Daniel Fischer, and he is the sole character in the book that can hear the scratching of the authors pencil.Unfortunately, this also grants him the painful brain wave that he is a minor character, and has been for some time. So when the author seems to take interest in a young woman at the bar, Daniel throws himself into the scene and her life. He is not entirely prepared for this though, and the fact that he is minor kills his self-esteem. The second person point-of-view only intensifies this neurosis. William read the bar scene dramatically, like a play. He injected the prose with energy it came alive. He finished the scene, gave us some more summary, and began another scene much later in the novel.Daniel has evolved into a pawn used by Dehlia, the woman at the bar, in her relat ionship with pianist, Graham. Daniel is excited to have been elevated to pawn status he has never been a pawn before. Then, suddenly, William Conescu opened the traumatize for questions. Someone asked about the publishing process. He said he had a good experience with them actually, they were the reason that this story developed into the full-length novel that it is, quite than becoming a novella contained in a collection. Another person asked about point-of-view.We learned that split of the book are told in third person, parts are told in second this allowed Daniel to be shown as an ordinary character in the story as well as close-up and neurotic. William writes with an outline, but does not stringently adhere to it he likes to know that his writing is going somewhere. Thank yous were exchanged, handshakes, and even phone numbers, which I found to be shocking. The author was posing down, signing peoples books, looking up at them, rather than across the crowd from the mic. He sa id, This has been really fun. I believed it.