Hey Look! One of these names is Me! I sure hope the book is ready by then...
Winona Area Author Round Table
Celebrate area authors and their writing with the Winona Public Library on Saturday, October 24th from 10AM-12PM at the Winona Friendship Center.
Local authors will participate in a brief book discussion followed by meet and greets. Also, enter for your chance to win one of the authors’ select books. If you miss your chance at winning, authors’ books will also be for sale.
Participating authors include: Barbara Armitage, Dennis Challeen, Emilio DeGrazia, Merle Hanson, Mike Kalmbach, Terri Karsten, Richard Kowles, Ken McCullough, Vickie McGillis, Anne Pellowski, C. William Perkins, Dorothy Ruppert, JoAnn Schultz Tamke, Adrian Torbenson, and More.
What’s in a name anyway?
Mark Twain is really Samuel Clemens. Stephen King wrote under the name Richard Bachman for a while. Lewis Carol is secretly Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Stanley Martin Lieber legally changed his name to his penname after achieving worldwide recognition as Stan Lee. But what’s wrong with my real name? Well, I guess my penname is my real name in a technical sense, but it’s not really what I go by. My friends all call me Chris. Or just Perkins. Or a bunch of other nicknames derived from the syllables thereof. But just like Spider-man, I have secretly been C William Perkins since the age of fifteen in my own little fantasy world. When I finished every last line of a new story, there was only one thing left to type before it was finished, the byline: C William Perkins.
If I was even a little bit photogenic, I’d be in movies, not self-publishing my steampunk on Amazon. Still, you gotta have a picture on the back cover or somewhere so people can identify you as a real flesh and blood author with vision, not some computer program spewing out pre-calculated drivel with which to sedate the masses in preparation for the robot revolution.
In keeping with my collaborative spirit and because selfies are not how they say: "professional", I got my brother to snap some shots. You can find his work at Fine Art America. He's also got a few videos on You Tube.
We went with the “inexpensive senior class” pictures route for much of the shoot. Sunglasses on. Sunglasses off. Sunglasses on with arms folded. Walk along the railroad tracks looking cool without looking like you're trying to look cool. Again with sunglasses. Lean back against an aging tree and stare thoughtfully into the distance.
Needless to say this little gem snuck through despite our best efforts at gauche emo faux-sentimentalism. We were aiming for nineties Christian rock-band self-help memoir. But this… this could actually work. (Except now that I made that reference I think I ruined it forever.)