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Monday, January 6, 2014

Dispatch 16: Viva Las Verbs

The Strip
by Lupe Fernandez

Every time I put a word on the page, it's a gamble. When I choose a sentence, it's a gamble. The placement of a paragraph, it's a gamble. Do I take a chance on this character or that character? Will the morose teen win me a successful narrative or should I bet on the cheerful boy skeleton?

I send out a query letter with sample pages and watch the days spin and the lights blink; drink from a tray of hope and wait. Rejection. The House likes to win. But I walk through the casino of literature and see the winners, the smiling faces, wide eyes, the aroma of intoxication, the fixation of "one more time and my luck will chance."

I wander the boulevard of fantasy, of pretend worlds constructed out of nothing. Artifices rise out of the desert.

Empty Lot
A city that shouldn't exist but for the water siphoned from the Colorado river, diverted from cities and crops. My mind is a parched landscape unless it's watered by a flow of inspiration and rewrites.

Everybody on the sidewalks, passing in and out of stores and restaurants, believes this is their day, that they are winners. They have to be. Not the stranger next to them. Not that other couple who weighs the currency they carry, the investment of time and resources.

If everybody believed that the system can't work, if everybody wins, then nobody would play and the city would empty. The buildings would decay and the desert would reclaim the land.

Who am I to think, "I'm the lucky. Today is the date. I've studied the system. I'll bet on contemporary a young adult sex-comedy. I'll play the traditional publication table and stay in for the long run. I won't get greedy. I'll know when to walk away."

Guy Passes Out Advertisements
Then there's the sad face. He stands on the sidewalk and hands out flyers, for what he cares not. Strangers pass him, ignore him. Some  momentarily acknowledge his existence, take his flyer and immediately toss it away.

Maybe one passerby will actually read the flyer, chortle in disgust at the contents and toss it. The paper joins other discarded sheets that drift through traffic lanes or lay on the sidewalk and get stomped on by foot traffic. He sweats in the sun and shivers when the wind blows. All he knows is that he must get ride of the flyers to get paid.

Who knows, one day I may eat at the table, the grand buffet of conferences, school visits, signings and sequels.

I will inhale the sweet, savory smells and my mouth will water, my tongue lick my lips with impatient appetite and I'll stuff myself with beautiful delights, cramming myself so full that I'd wish I had another stomach to take in more.

Then I'll leave this make-believe place, come home and brag, "Man, did I get lucky."

8 comments:

  1. As usual, wonderful post. I like the comparisons--original and thought provoking. Well done!

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    1. Thanks Nancy. Can I interest you in a game of Blackjack?
      Sincerely,
      Knave of Hearts

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  2. Took my first trip to Vegas this weekend, as a fellow writer I'm with you. Great post and let's roll the dice one more time.

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    1. First trip to Vegas. All the sights shiny and bright. Thanks for reading the post. Can I interest you in a game of Keno?
      Sincerely,
      Number 351

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    2. Come on, mama needs a 7! Awesome as always Lupe!! from Hilde

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    3. Dear Mama Hilde,
      Care to double or nothing?
      Sincerely,
      Ace of Pencils

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  3. What if you set your YA in Vegas? A kid who needs money? A kid who finds out how the system really works at one casino? A kid who . . .? Great writing, Lupe. Keep rolling those dice. You'll come up a winner.

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    1. I have discovered a foolproof system that works with a certain casino. The casino's name is...uggg....thump...

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