Sorry I had to take down the chapters of Dreams of the Boardwalk that I had posted. It seems that Amazon doesn’t appreciate it when you try to sell something that’s available online for free, even if what’s online for free is a first draft that went on to be significantly revised.
But that brings us to the good news: Dreams of the Boardwalk is completed and going up this week! Stay tuned – just a couple days until everything is ready, and then Dreams of the Boardwalk will be available on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback formats!
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Ruben de Vela has sent me the final version of the cover for Dreams of the Boardwalk (well, he’s going to send me a final-final version soon, now that he has his payment, but it’s essentially just a larger version of this)! Isn’t it beautiful? As with the previous times I’ve worked with Ruben, the picture turned out very differently than I originally envisioned, but in many ways, it’s even better. Here’s a version without the title placeholder:
Future chapters of Dreams of the Boardwalk will have this as their header, and when I assemble and edit it for the final novella, this will be its cover. In the meantime, this art has taken up a permanent home in my promotional art gallery at matthewkeville.com.
(I just can’t get over how awesome that picture is! That’s Sarah, right there! Deep in her dream and dancing in a hot summer night.)
Big news, everybody! The first draft of Dreams of the Boardwalk has been completed!
Starting tomorrow, I’m going to be posting one chapter at a time, updates on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I already have some ideas for what I’m going to do with the second draft, but I would very much like to hear from all of you. Please read and review!
Meanwhile, if you’ll look above, you’ll see Ruben de Vela‘s latest draft of the cover art. Lovin’ it so far.
Well, what do you know! No sooner do I put up my post about the Dreams of the Boardwalk cover art than I get an updated version from the artist, Ruben de Vela!
If you’re wondering about the photos attached to the cover, those are just references for the artist. Our heroine’s outfit and dancing style are based on this video, which is from a 2001 tribute to Andrew Lloyd Webber (and before that, from his show Whistle Down the Wind. Would it surprise you to know that he did that show in collaboration with Jim Steinman?). The combination of innocence and badass in the women’s costumes – sundresses with leather jackets and boots – was something I was hoping to capture, and I think Ruben has done a wonderful job.
Also, she’s dancing, and he needed a reference for her dance style, didn’t he?
The character’s personal look is based on Tawny Kitaen, an actress and model whose heyday was back when MTV still showed music videos, and a whole generation rushed home after school to watch them. Her most famous role, which is branded into the memories of an entire generation of men who were old enough to like girls in the mid-to-late Eighties, can be seen here.
Yes, there’s a reason our heroine looks like a beloved Eighties icon, but you’ll have to read the story to find out what that reason is. First couple chapters go up next week…
When it became clear that Dreams of the Boardwalk was going to be much longer than I expected, I decided to make it a stand-alone novella instead of (or rather, in addition to) one more short story in a collection of short stories about New York City.
When I made that decision, I contacted the talented Ruben de Vela, the artist who created the covers of Hometown and The Truth of Rock and Roll. What you see above was the first sample he sent me. I like it a lot, but I wanted to see a bit more of our heroine, so this is what he sent next:
That was more like it. Doesn’t she look joyously badass, dancing in her summer dream?
Of course, this is still just a sample. If you followed that link to Ruben’s Deviantart page (or have seen the covers for Hometown or The Truth of Rock and Roll), you know that Ruben’s completed work is far more awesome. So stay tuned. In the meantime, Dreams of the Boardwalk itself is nearly complete – or at least its first draft is. So very soon, I’m going to start posting it here, chapter by chapter, for you to enjoy and review. And after that, the big unveiling of the e-book. So stay tuned for all that, as well.
The next part of the story of the dreams of the city is now up over at Matthewkeville.com. The pleasant dreams are over now, and the nightmare begins…
(Sorry for the long wait. The story is running longer than expected, which is also why I’ve divided it up into more parts than originally planned.)
Part 3 of Dreams of the Boardwalk is now up at matthewkeville.com! Head on over for more of the story about teenage dreams, second chances, and the outpost on the City’s shining edge.
Careful, though! This chapter is NSFW! Our Heroine and Dream Boy finally get their night under the boardwalk.
A few days later, I was back at Coney – running through the boardwalk night and headed from the West End to the amusement area. The moon was full again, and there were fireworks exploding in the distance.
This time, I was wearing a black sundress with a pattern of white flowers – the perfect thing for a girl meeting her boyfriend for an evening of special romance…because tonight was the third reel.
(I was also wearing black half boots and a leather jacket that I knew was his, though I also knew that he would be wearing a jacket of his own when I saw him – my dreams just wouldn’t let me be less than badass, even when I was being all soft and frilly.)
As I approached the amusement area, I saw that my guess had been right. This time, the Childs building was an amphitheatre, just as it was in the waking world, and there was a band playing inside. I don’t know what band, but they were playing anthems of youth and joy and lowdown dirty goodtime teenage sexuality.
The crowd had spilled out of the amphitheatre, and were dancing on the boardwalk, under the streetlights.
(Watching them dance, I had the strangest…intuition? Impression? Presentiment? Feeling? They were all so young and strong and beautiful, but somehow I sensed that some of them had rode the planet around the Sun more times than I had. Many more times. Maybe it was because those whirling, stomping dancers were dressed in a spectrum of fashionable youth that went back to at least the Forties. There were greasers, bobby socksers, hippies and punks. People were done up in disco gear, heavy jewelry and big pants, Nineties earth tones, Eighties glam and Goth club gear. And was that a zoot suit? But how could that be? This was just a dream, my dream. They weren’t real.)