Friday, March 28, 2008

For All My Self-Published Author (friends)

To all my fellow (self-published) authors out there...read my latest article on CultureFeast.com: "Networking 101: Getting Back To Basics" where I offer a quick concept to help you develop a reputation, gain credibility with your work and get the book in the hands of the most important people in our lives: READERS!!!

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~Bobby Ozuna author of Proud Souls www.BobbyOzunaOnline.com

Thursday, March 20, 2008

"Proud Souls" On Location Video Documentary, Part I

Here is the first of several documentary style videos I will be posting recapping my trip to Seymour, Texas on March 14th/15th 2008.


Seymour, Texas is the "setting" to my debut literary fiction novel: Proud Souls. I thought I would offer my fans an opportunity to get to know me better by listening as I share insightful (and unscripted) information regarding the creation of Proud Souls and also (later) get a chance to see the cabin as described in the opening chapters.



Bobby Ozuna Author of Proud Souls www.BobbyOzunaOnline.com

"Proofing Versus Editing???"

For those of you who often ask yourself, which stage is more important in the creation of my next story...editing the manuscript or proof (reading) it? I have answered your question.

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~Bobby Ozuna
author of Proud Souls
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Monday, March 17, 2008

"Back Where It All Began..."

This weekend I had the privilege to return to the very place that inspired my debut literary novel: Proud Souls. I visited Seymour, Texas on Friday the 14th to shoot some videos, meet new friends and sign some books. It was an incredible trip and for a writer who was fortunate to visit a small chapter of the world that would later lead to the opening pages of a draft that would then become a novel length manuscript--the end result was nothing short of amazing. I was reminded both in the moment where I stood at the cabin porch looking over the same settings as my hero--Justin Olerude Bower--and again when I sat down with the members of the Seymour Writer's Group--that despite what I felt about my progress as an artist...I have moved forward and I have something to offer other would-be writers.


I started the trip with some footage of me discussing the concept of creating Proud Souls while driving West on Highway 199/114. Before arriving in town however I contacted the good people (Jo Petty & Samantha Spurgeon) at the Seymour Police Department to help formulate a practical joke on the Chief of Police--Tommy Duncan. With the help of Officer Mike Hansen, we simulated an arrest (and Mike even processed my license to make the arrest seem real) and waited to see if Tommy would take the bait. I had to warn Mike that although he was working to make the joke seem more real--once I heard them call out prior addresses and my parents info I had to warn him there might actually find something on me!!! Needless, Mike took me in handcuffed and by the time we got to the station, Tommy said he wouldn't come out until I was arraigned. Well that ended the joke...I wasn't about to spend any time in cell #3.

Tommy and I spent a few moments talking before we received notice that a house was on fire! I got to ride (in the front seat this time) with Tommy and watch the Seymour Volunteer Fire Department put out the fire while Mike Hansen made an arrest. I had lunch with Tommy and his wife over at Diaz restaurant and when I returned from the lunch I signed some books and made some new friends. I want to thank Jo Petty, Samantha Spurgeon, Gerald Livingston and Mike Hansen from their support! My next stop was Lake Kemp and Justin's cabin...
I shot a series of videos I will be posting in the next few days on the road to/from Seymour and more importantly, a video while at "the" cabin. It was strange because like my character (at the end of the book), I didn't see the cabin like I did before, like Justin did in the opening to the story. It was cleaner and in a rugged solitary way--it was beautiful. I shot some scenes and gave a brief narration and hopefully gave a better view of what inspired the story. I tell people every chance I get--you never know where inspiration will strike--nor do you know what experiences will make their way into the pages of your next big story. I will be posting the videos over the next few days; I shot them in an unscripted manner, simply talking as I would if I were writing.
I finished the weekend on Saturday with a 2-hour meeting with some of the members of the Seymour Writer's Group. We met down at the Senior Center and it was wonderful! Like most things I do, the meeting was unscripted; I sat at the end of a long table and talked and answered the questions as the members threw them at me. And I have to say: they were GREAT questions! I wasn't sure how to feel about the meeting, but boy was I glad I did it. The people asked tough personal questions--important questions all relevant to my writing style, my approach to drafting a story and how I process a draft into a completed manuscript. Thank you everyone! Thank you Myra Busby for working with me to help get me in town and thank you Kelly Fest for being so proactive and helping to spread the word to the Writer's Group! I cannot thank-you enough!
I finished the trip with a few more photos from around town...and although the story Proud Souls was completely fictional..ironically I took a few pictures that you might find similar to images I created in my story.

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Bobby's Useless Information: Love
The British, using sophisticated brain scanning techniques, found in 1999 that the sites in the brain that are most active when a person falls in love are generally the same as those stimulated by cocaine. The Italians added to this by looking at the changes in the brain chemicals of people in love. Their conclusion was that love is a form of obsessive-compulsive behavior.

*The Encyclopedia of Useless Information ISBN: 978-1-4022-0828-7 William Hartston*


Monday, March 3, 2008

"A Day of Reminiscing"

Off the subject of my book this week I thought I would share something personal. This week I prepared for a fundraising baseball game some guys from North Side High School put together to help the NSHS baseball team. We learned late last year that North Side no longer has a booster program to help fund the team for suiteable equipment and uniforms, etc. My friend Julian Ortiz contacted me and asked me to play an Alumni (Old-School) baseball tournament to help rally support and funds for the boys at my alma mater. With the help of the baseball coaches and the good ole' word-of-mouth we were able to put together three teams, a 20+ team, a 25+ team and the old-school 30+ boys which I played on to play in a round-robin style tournament.

We originally planned on hosting the tournament in February but the weather had us post-pone that plan. We practiced every Sunday for several weeks preparing for the big day, knowing we were all just old enough to need it but proud enough to know we had to do our best to look good. See most of the guys on the 30+ team all grew up playing baseball together at Riverside Little League and again in high-school. It is our passion and it was obvious yesterday when we gathered together, for as my friend Josh Villarreal put it, for one last shot at our former glory. It started out fun, with trash-talkin and smiles coupled with worried looks of concern for our own physical ability to last two full games. It seemed like only yesterday when we were riding on the bus together after tournaments or away-games telling mama-jokes (or old-lady jokes as we called them back then) and cuttin' up on one another in the fashion we have always known to bond. At the end of the day, we walked off the field with smiles on our faces...knowing we were only moments away from a warm bath, a big meal and lots of muscle rub.

We opened the tournament against the 25+ team and to be honest, they made us look like 30 year-olds. We were slower and sort of out of it, fighting off jitters as much as we were fighting off pitches and dropped balls. But our attitude was resilient and arrogant--just like it was in our youth. In the end the umpire instituded a "mercy" rule, just like little league and after they scored 5 runs in an inning, we had an automatic change of possession so to speak, where they took the field to allow us a chance at being competitive--that and it allowed us to maintain some dignity as our families were there to watch the slaughter. But as surely as the weather changes in Texas (its actually snowing right now outside) the second game was much different. We played the 20+ year-old team and they were younger, faster and more youthful in every aspect of the game. But there seemed to be something missing in them that was not at all missing from our team. It was something that could not be taught or acquired by fancy sports-gear or magazines, coaching or even the look of a baseball player; it was something you were either born with or not--and ladies and gentlemen we had it yesterday and it bore it proudly--it was the pride and passion that comes with playing the game so close to your heart, your past and all things good about a childhood worth remembering.
In the end we whooped some tail. Richard Ortiz was on the mound and although I never got to catch him when we were younger (I am a catcher by the way), it was obvious we missed out on some sweet science as this battery worked like a champ and his change-up was embarrassingly slow but it made his fastball look faster and in the end, they were embarrassed at the plate more than we were. We gave them a pounding and we played like young boys again. We smiled, cheered, (talked more trash) and ran as hard as we could (Yes, even you Onesimo, despite being thrown out every time you touched the field) and we made big plays. Benito Mercado proved he still had a cannon-arm after throwing out a runner who tried to stretch a single into a double. "Super Loop" Lupe Mendez and I connected to put out a runner after I heard someone say they were going to "steal [bases] all day" because the catcher "was old." Josh Villarreal and I connected at home plate making a big grand finale with a play at home to end the ballgame. George Cardona added some excitement in the outfield booting some balls but we can blame that on the wind brother--don't worry about it. In the end, everyone got in on the action and it was worth the wait and the pain we are all feeling today. A special thanks to our Native American friend who came all the way from the Kennedy Reservation to be there for the game.

If you didn't know any better, we were the younger team--young in spirit--and we won. So many emotions were stirred up from my past yesterday and it was enough to make you feel your age and almost feel sad at knowing those days are gone and will never come back to us again, maybe in a spur-of-the-moment chance tournament fundraiser like yesterday but not like they were--not like years ago when we had our whole lives before us. We played baseball yesterday like men who had no worries, no bills or any real responsibilities and I think it was good for each of us in our own way. I can say this much for me: I may surely write about it one day...it's the least I can do to honor the friendships I have acquired over the years and relationships I have maintained because of this great game of baseball...yes, I think I will write about it one day...and oh what a story it would make.
Thanks guys for making it such a great day!

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(Back to the book)
PS: We Wanna Know:
Don't forget to listen to this week's edition of "PS: We Wanna Know" where I answer the question of my new friend Tommy who moderates the Seymour Police Departments MySpace site and answer his question: "How in the world did you come to write a story that takes place in Seymour?"
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Click here to read a continuation to my article on CultureFeast.com "Marketing Tips for Self-Published Authors." Remember, every week I post an article to help you in your quest for successful self-publication.

NEW "Proud Souls" Review:
Click here to read the latest review of my debut literary novel: Proud Souls as written by Michael Timlin of Authors on the Rise.

Bobby's Useless Information: Baseball
In continuing with my commitment to provide you with useless information every week, and in keeping with the theme of this week's blog, I will give you a bit of useless information regarding the game of baseball.


"The earliest recorded use of the word "baseball" in English is in Jane Austen's (book) Northanger Abbey, copyright 1890."

*from The Encyclopedia of Useless Information by William Hartston ISBN: 978-1-4022-0828-7*

PS: We Wanna Know, Pt. 3

In this segment of my audio blog, I answer a question of my new friend, Tommy who is the moderator for the Seymour (TX) Police Department MySpace site, where he ask the following question:
"How in the world did you come to write a novel that takes place in the city of Seymour?"
If you are familiar with the Seymour area, then you know its a smaller city than the DFW Metroplex...and when I look back...and odd location for my first novel. But in the end, it worked out perfectly.

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