Sitting in the Pub
Hello my little chickadees
I was
sitting in my local pub waiting for a friend to arrive. Free drinks had been
promised in return for an interview about himself and the book he was currently
writing. I knew it wouldn’t be an easy task because I know him so well. Quite often it's easier to interview an author unknown to ones self.
The
bar was virtually empty and I had a table to myself. I stretched my legs out in
front of the inglenook fire and imagined it piled with logs and coal sending
out heat on a cold winter evening. A glass of mead and roasted chestnuts came
to mind.
As I
sat there with my glass of wine, a man approached the table and asked if I
minded if he joined me by my imaginary fire. He commented on the fact that the
bar was absolutely heaving with people and mine was the only table left. I
laughed to myself at the chat up line as the bar was virtually empty. As I
glanced past him, I realised that he was right. Every table was occupied and it
was almost a standing room only. When had that happened? Seconds ago it was
nearly empty and why had no one besides him asked to share. There were women in groups standing around. Maybe I gave off an aura of steer clear. I hope not as I'm a friendly person.
So
getting back to this guy who was still awaiting my approval. I agreed that he could sit
down but explained that I was waiting for a friend to join me for an interview.
He just grinned and turning the chair around, he sat astride it cowboy style and
rested his arms on the top of the seat.
He
introduced himself and enquired what the interview was about and why was I
doing the interviewing. I explained that I was an author and in between writing
my books I did interviews of other authors. Just for a second he looked at me
quizzically, then clicking his fingers he said.
“I know where I’ve seen you
before; you’re T.K.Geering author of Soulfate.”
Blimey I didn’t realise I was that recognisable.
“I’ve
read your books!” he said grinning wildly. “Actually
I’m writing a book at the moment. Perhaps you could interview me instead as your
friend doesn’t seem to be turning up.”
Actually
he was right. It was well past the time we’d agreed upon and this guy seemed
quite friendly. The thing that bothered me though was I felt I knew him from
somewhere but I just couldn’t place him. He certainly had a very infectious personality.
So
out came my trusty tape recorder in anticipation of bearing witness to more writers’
gossip. I switched it on and pressed record – Nothing! Zilch! Nada! I had replaced
the batteries, so I knew that wasn’t the problem. I tried again but still
nothing. The last time that had happened to me was when I stepped on to the
rock at Alcatraz in San Francisco. It just refused to work. Frustrated
I just looked at him.
“That
seems to happen a lot around me. Personally I’ve always preferred the old
fashioned method. A notepad and pen has always worked for me. Let me get you
another drink while you sort it out. A Merlot isn’t it?”
How the hell did he know that and how
come his glass was still almost full and yet he had been drinking from it
constantly?
I
offered to contribute but he said,
“No it’s my treat”
Hm!
This must be my night for treats then. As he walked off to the bar I retried
the tape recorder. Yes! It was working again. The light was on and I did a test
run. Yep it was all working efficiently. He returned to the table with a very
full glass of Merlot. Noticing my look he remarked.
“I’m guessing we may be
here a while and it will save us time later.” Adding as an after thought “the
drinks are on me tonight.”
Why couldn’t I place him? I definitely
knew him from somewhere
and the damn recorder light had gone out
again! It was working fine when he moved away from the table. Rather a
coincidence. Maybe he was one of those people that had an effect on mechanical
products.
“I
see the tape recorder has stopped again. I guess it’s going to be a notepad and
pen after all.”
“So
it seems” I agreed and fished around in my Mary Poppins bag in search of a
notepad and biro.
He
watched me with amusement because the biro had been sitting in the bottom of the bag refusing to be found. Finally the notepad and
biro sat in front of me. I took a large gulp of wine and with biro poised got
down to the business end of me.
“So
then remind me again of your name and background.”
I looked him straight in the
eyes challenging, waiting. He returned my stare and after a moment or so he
started speaking, quietly and with eloquence.
“My
name is James, James Empett. I’m married with three children and I live on the
South Coast of England. I work in the public sector full time and manage
approximately seventy people at the moment but it can vary from time to time.”
“You
told me earlier that you’re a new kid in the writing arena. What encouraged you
to start writing?”
He
took a long pull on his beer before he answered.
Why wasn’t that glass emptying? Somehow
it didn’t seem important though. I was intrigued yes, but was also eagerly
awaiting his answers.It was the nosy writer in me. I spend a lot of time studying people.
He
began again,
“I think for me I had a story within that had been itching to be
written. I haven’t had to think too much about it as it’s flowed very easily
from its inception. I’ve always been an avid reader and have a friend who is a
published author. However I decided to look into the world of self-publishing,
which appeals to me. So
far my writing has been an enjoyable experience but then I haven’t started
editing yet. Maybe that’s something you could help me with sometime?”
He
gave me a little boy lost, in a whole new world look.
I
could feel myself giving in before his words were out but I held my tongue and
raced on to the next question.
"Have
you ever written poetry or any short stories?"
I
took another gulp from my glass, was it
half full still or half empty I idly wondered? The eternal optimist in me
agreed it was still half full. His was definitely still half full and yet he’d
matched me drink for drink.
“Nope!
I’ve never written anything before so it’s all completely new to me. I do spend
time looking at writing forums and social networks. I’ve met some really
helpful people along the way."
I
decided to find out more about the book but this writing free hand lark was
taking its toll. I missed my trusty tape recorder, damnation…
“Can
you give me a bit of an outline of the book James? Characters etc.”
“As
you wish Tee but it’s all on my blog http://www.jempett.blogspot.co.uk I’m just kidding you there but you’ve got to
advertise in this world where you can!! I’m really excited by it as the story
changes slightly every time I start tapping away. What I can tell you though,
David the main character is a lovely guy that gets on with everyone. A bit like
me really.”
He finished with a cheeky grin and I found myself agreeing with
him. He was certainly an infectious character. But how the hell did he know to call me Tee! Only my friends and
acquaintances know that! Maybe it was just a lucky guess, wasn’t it?
He
went on,
“David is a kind, genuine man that just wants the best for him and his family.
That idealistic life is taken away from him, as he is faced with a change in
reality. He has to try and adapt to a new life chosen for him that is dictated
by other beings elsewhere.”
For a
minute, James seemed lost in his thoughts. In fact he was miles away with a sad
expression on his face. The writer in me did wonder if he was talking about his
own life but that was probably a bit fanciful… then there was that beer glass… I took a very large drink from mine
and realised that it was almost finished. I had no problem emptying glasses.
James
was suddenly back again and focused. The smile was also back again.
“Will
it all work out for David? Well you’ll have to read the book and I should add
that I’m already thinking about a sequel.”
“How
do you fit in writing around your day job James?”
“Let
me get you another glass of Merlot first and then we’ll continue.”
Before
I had a chance to argue he was gone and back again with another full glass. Yikes!
Easy Tee pace yourself, but I was really involved in his story now and the
Merlot was going down smoothly.
“In
answer to your question I don’t like to plan my writing I just write when the
inkling is there. I have my notepad at work beside me. If an idea or plot line
hits me I can jot it down ready for inclusion. I try not to get into a rigorous
regime as I want it to be fun and not a chore.”
I
could empathise with that as my publisher in the past has wanted me to work to
a time table and we nearly always have to have a book written and waiting in
the wings. I
decided to come away from the book and get to know him a bit better.
“So
then David, … err sorry James (Opps) Have you got a favourite food?”
“Usually
it’s quite cold where I come from, so I do love extra hot food. My favourite is
Indian cuisine. I’m a vindaloo lover. The hotter the curry is the better.”
“How
about films? Do you get much time to watch?”
“Oh
that’s easy to answer. I would say ‘The Social Network’ I love
entrepreneurialism. It’s a film that I have watched many times.”
I
admitted that I hadn’t seen it and I wasn’t really a film buff.
“How
do you feel if you’re writing James and you get constantly interrupted?”
“Well
as I’ve said; I write when I can, so the interruptions are often welcomed. It
means I can go back and refocus which stops me getting in a rut."
“What
happens when the muse takes over though?"
I
wanted to get inside this man’s head. He’s still on his first pint but … Well
mine’s half way drunk as I will be if I keep going, but this man’s story is
fascinating and there’s still a no show of my friend I should have been
interviewing. I’m secretly glad and I smile to myself. He notices but makes no
comment.
“Well
I don’t want to be beholden to it but that said the characters feel as though
they are constantly dancing to their own tune in my head. They have so much to
say and do which pushes me on.”
Ok it was getting to me now and I had to
ask…
“I’ve
nearly finished two large glasses of wine and I thought you were matching me
drink for drink, and yet your glass is still half full and it’s still your first
one!!”
He
started laughing and shifted his legs against the chair accidently brushing my
foot. A hint of an electric shock went through my leg making me gasp.
Still
laughing he said.
“I’m
a very slow drinker Tee.”
“Fair
enough.”
(I lied. I was still confused and he wasn’t going to help me out.)
“Talking
of drink, have you a favourite?”
He’ll
slip up sooner or later.
He
crooked his head to one side and looked me straight in the eye. If I didn’t
know better, I would have said he was trying to read my thoughts.
“Oh
anything with a percentage” he finally offered.
“If I had to choose though,
Cobra Indian beer gets my vote.”
That
was a new one on me and I said so.
“Ok
then how about your favourite beverage?”
“I
love a latte!!”
Finally
something we had in common. I love latte coffee.
“Have
you any Jobbies hames?”
Ok so
the wine was taking effect now and he laughed out loud.
“Hobbies
James, hobbies!!”
embarrassed now…
“ I’m
an avid gardener. I have a large vegetable patch and various greenhouses so I
spend a lot of time outside.”
My
hand was now aching from all the writing. As fascinating as he was it was time
to wrap this interview up.
“So
what genre does this book fit into James and do you blog and social network?”
“Oh
it’s definitely science fiction with a touch of romance here and there. Every
science fiction book has a hint of romance somewhere.”
Well
I had to agree there.
“My
blog and other pages can be found here.
“Can
I take a picture of you on my phone for the interview page James?”
“Yes
of course Tee.”
There
was no smile this time though just a thoughtful look.
The
interview at an end he picked up his glass and finished it completely. He
replaced the empty glass on the table, winked at me, shook my hand and walked
towards the door gradually fading into thin air as he did so.
I suddenly realised the bar was
as empty as when I had first entered and I had a full glass of wine sat in
front of me. Ironically I felt completely sober. At that moment my friend
turned up for the interview and apologised for being five minutes late.
“But
your three hours late and I was just going home!”
“Tee
are you ok? It’s only just after
seven. I know we agreed on seven o’clock but…”
I
looked at the pub clock. He was right it was
just after seven. So what had happened during the last few hours and why was he
wearing an identical top to James? In fact apart from the hair they could almost
have been twins parted at birth. Maybe that’s why James had looked familiar to
me. Why on earth hadn't I made the connection? Maybe I just wasn't meant to. It was that sort of an evening.
I
looked at my friend who was eying me with a look of concern.
“I
think I’m in need of a treble!!”
Then I sat down again, ready to do another
interview. I took out my tape recorder, switched it on and yes of course it was
working now. My notebook was now in my bag burning a hole, demanding to be read.. I resisted the urge to see if there
were any notes there on James. That would keep for tomorrow.
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Find my books here:
Buy The Russian Gift of Love on Amazon:
Buy Soulfate on Amazon:
My Amazon Author page:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/-/e/B00J7HGF4W
My Publisher (my personal page)
http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Geering_TK/index.htm
Soulfate Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xM0yzIf6Jn0
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