Archive for November, 2011

Writer’s Block – J. A. Bove

Whew … this is a lot harder than I thought it would be. When I first stared this blog, almost a year ago, I did it kicking and screaming. My publicist said it was critical to do a blog if I wanted to have any success whatsoever in attempting to sell my book. I explained to her that I don’t do blogs. I never did one before and I wouldn’t even know what to talk about every week if I did. Her response was simple – just do them. And while you’re at it, set-up a face book account, twitter account, and design a web site. I was almost ready to quit before I even got started. Are you kidding me? I just wanted to write fiction. I’m not exactly a marketing kind of guy.

Well, it’s now been exactly thirty-nine weeks later and I’m still at it. How do I know it’s been thirty-nine weeks? I know, because I’ve written thirty-eight posts for my blog. This blog is number thirty-nine. I’ve entitled it, ‘Writer’s Block’, because frankly I’m at a complete loss as to what to discuss this week. There have been no new movies released that I’ve gone to see. I’m still reading George R. R. Martin’s latest book, A Dance with Dragons (quite the marathon), and I haven’t gone anywhere of significant interest to discuss. What in the world am I to write about?

To dictate the subject matter for this week I had to do my best to determine what exactly my blog represented. This puzzled me, because I never gave it any real thought. I was forced to do it and now that I’ve been writing for some time, I’ve actually come to enjoy it. But what does it represent? Is it a blog about reviews? Is it a blog about books, music, writing – what exactly does this blog represent? To be frank I have no idea. I like to consider myself somewhat of a renaissance man, so I don’t want to be pinned down to just one topic.

I was taught long ago that you don’t ever discuss religion and politics – that is unless you’re ready to go into some hotly debated conversations. I don’t like confrontation. I didn’t want to offend anyone, so I decided to keep my blogs light hearted. I like to be entertained, so I assumed most others did as well. I like to read, write, and create. These are the subjects I feel comfortable writing about. I also love to travel, watch films, and record music. These are subjects that I am willing to discuss. And although I’m a huge, and I mean huge football fan, go Giants, I’ve done my best to keep sports out of the topic of conversation. There are enough sporting sights and blogs, etc. to vent your frustrations over your team’s weekly performance. This is not one of those sights.

So where does this leave me? You know, my goal from the start was to write one hundred blogs. Will I make that goal? I don’t know. I’d like to think so, but I’m going to need a lot of inspiration to get me there. So if you’re out there, and I know you are, and you feel a subject needs to be covered, let me know about it. I’d love to hear your thoughts. I’d even be willing to let you be a guest blogger for my sight. Lord knows I could use a week off. On a side note, I’m still waiting for a certain screenwriter to make a guest appearance (very talented). You know who you are, don’t make me call you out.

That stated, I’ll leave you with this interesting story. Did you know that one of the best Beatle’s songs ever written was about this very subject. That’s right, ‘Nowhere Man’, written by John Lennon. Apparently after hours of trying to write the lyrics to the music and coming up with nothing, he gave up. He then lay down in bed and the words instantly came to him. He then sat down and wrote all the words to, ‘Nowhere Man‘. I guess the moral of the story is, don’t force it, let it come to you and when you’re ready, sit down and start writing. You never know what will come out. As for the blog for this week, I guess I’ll write about … hmm. Well how do you like that? I just wrote it.

A Conversation Between Billionaires – J. A. Bove

* Due to the economic struggles being experinced aorund the world and in the markets, I thought I’d bring some light-hearted humor to help ease you into the day. Below is a fictional conversation between two billionaires. The first two people to correctly identify our speakers will receive a free signed copy of my book. Enjoy. 



Good to see you buddy, how long has it been?

Not sure, quite some time though. I saw you in the news the other day … nice suit.

Oh yeah, which one? The MK II, or the Mark III?

Couldn’t tell you, but it was bright, shiny, & red. Great way to get noticed … like you need the attention.

Look who’s talking, mister, I just pulled up in a Lamborghini. By the way, who was that super model by your side?


No way – you and the cat? You dog! How long?

I don’t know, been on and off for a number of years now. We’re just good friends.

Friends with benefits, am I right.

Grow-up. How about you? I thought I saw something about you and Danvers getting back together.

Yeah, she’s simply marvelous, full of energy, isn’t she? Nothing serious, but she does have her perks – gives new meaning to the mile high club, if you know what I mean.

I’m sure I don’t and there’s no need to explain yourself.

You’re loss. So where’s your little protégé, Robin was it?

He ventured off on his own, I’m going solo now.

No offense pal, but I think you’re better off. I never understood his need for stating the obvious under times of duress. Holy this and holy that. Must have driven you crazy.

A little annoying, yes.

By the way, who dressed that guy?

Personal choice, I suppose. A little too flashy for me.

Yeah, yeah, I know, all black, all the time. You might think of adding some color to your wardrobe. Nice tux by the way. You want a drink?

I don’t touch the stuff, and frankly, neither should you.

Hey, I don’t tell you what to do in that man cave of yours. Lord knows what you’re looking at on that computer, don’t judge. So how’s the portfolio?

Been better.

Tell me about it, Europe is killing me. First the Greeks, then the Italians, these guys need to get their act together. The market’s up one day and then smacked down like a joker the next.

Very clever.

I thought you’d appreciate that. You still hanging with that Cub Scout, Clark?

Hey, he’s a pretty super guy, don’t bash him. Speaking of Cub Scouts, how’s that goody two-shoes all American doing?

Steve? He’s chilin. He’s trying to form some new club. He feels there’s a pressing need to avenge a lot of wrongs going on in this world. You hear about this occupy Wall Street?

How could I not? Protestors are squatting right next to my building. I wish I knew what they really wanted so we could end this thing and send everyone home. It’s looking more and more like a social gathering than a cause. It makes keeping the streets clean, well difficult … would it kill them to take a bath?

I hear ya pal. By the way, who’s getting your nod for the republican’s nomination? Let me guess … pizza man?

Ha, good one. No, the man can’t be trusted, too much baggage and a poor memory. Frankly, I don’t care much for the whole lot of them. Won’t matter though, I can’t see them winning anyhow.

I agree, party’s a mess.

By the way, you have anything to do with the withdrawal of our troops? If so, nice.

Well, I don’t like to take all the credit, but let’s face it, I did give them enemy number one on a silver platter. Pakistan, go figure.

Took them long enough.

Agreed. I always thought they should’ve just given me the assignment long ago. I mean who knows the area better than I do? Am I right? Any who, I got a thing. Good to catch up with you. Try and stay out of trouble.

Very funny, you do the same. Give my regards to Jarvis, good man.

Will do. Tell Alfred the same. And hey, if you see Diana, give her my number. She can lasso me in anytime. She’s wonderful.

Fat chance on that one. She likes the honest ones.

Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying. Hey look out there, I think you’re being paged.

No rest for the weary.

Amen brother, until next time.


I Bought a Piano – J. A. Bove

Have you ever done anything so impulsive, impetuous, imprudent, you get the point, that once done you’ve said to yourself, ‘I can’t believe I just did that?’ If you have, then you’re not alone. Over the weekend I went out and bought a piano. You may say to yourself, well, that’s not so bad. You’re a musician, a songwriter, and a student of the arts; therefore you would assume that it wasn’t such an irrational purchase. What if I told you that I couldn’t even play the piano? No need to respond, I hear you laughing from here.

Now many of you might think that this was an irrational purchase, so please allow me a moment to defend my actions. First, it should be noted that unlike my opening line, this was not done in haste. I take my son for piano lessons every Friday, and the teacher just happens to conduct classes in the back room of a major piano distributor. I used to send my son into the store without me for fear that I might just get sucked in … I should’ve stuck with my first instinct.

The problem I faced was two-fold: one, I couldn’t hide outside forever. I knew the teacher would want to meet me and discuss how my son was progressing. Two, much like a moth to the flame, I was simply drawn to the beauty of the piano. I made my mind up and I went into the store with my son.

Now, I’m a salesman by trade and I know it’s easy to spot a person of interest. Well the salesman at this store must have spotted me a mile away. I was casually browsing around, trying to play the – oh look at that how nice card, but I think he saw right through my ruse. I hear the easiest sale in the world is that to another salesman. Well, this gentlemen befriended me and for the next ten weeks we made polite small talk and danced the dance. He always showed me the latest models and I did my best to explain to him that although I think it’s a wonderful instrument, I simply have no place for a piano in my home. On top of which, I knew my wife would kill me if I bought one (luckily she didn’t).

Then came the perfect storm. I was actually waiting outside the store, because I felt guilty saying no to this nice salesman, when my son came out and said that his teacher wanted to see me. I went inside and she explained to me that he was the best pupil she had. He’d learned so much in a short amount of time. She clearly did her best to soften me up. Then she brought out the big guns and said, “He really needs to practice with the pedals.” Ugh, body blow. Up until then I had him practicing on a keyboard just to see when this fad might end. To my surprise and delight, he was actually very good. I knew if he were to take it to the next level, I would have to bite the bullet … someday, not today. I thanked her for her kind words and said I would give it some thought.

The following week when we arrived I told my son to go in without me, because I had a feeling I would be approached with another pitch. Ugh, fastball right in the gut. The salesman saw me outside and before I could simply wave hello-goodbye, he waved his hand emphatically stating that he needed to speak with me. Apparently they were having a year-end clearance going on and the piano that I had been eyeing for the past ten weeks was now marked down, near forty-five percent from when I first came in. Now, I’m always a sucker for a good deal and at this point buzzers were going off in my head. One of my favorite expressions came to mind, ‘It’s easier to get forgiveness than it is to get permission.’

Long story short, and a lot of butt kissing to my wife, (she’s got a chip in her pocket the size of Texas, just waiting to be cashed in) I’m now the proud owner of a piano. I spent the past few days desperately trying to figure out where I would even put this thing. Well, lose a living room gain a studio I always say. The piano was delivered earlier this morning and I admit I even fiddled around on it for a little bit.

Bottom line, I don’t regret the purchase. I truly do love the piano. I just pray that my son doesn’t lose his interest. That stated, I suppose the next time I have a gut feeling to avoid something I think I better go with my gut. Now, bring on the music!