The Complete First Season
Genres: New adult, gay fiction, LGBT,
Publisher: Bettencourt Concepts
and Beaten Track Publishing
ISBN: 978 1 909192 86 7
Number of pages: 268
Word Count: 75,000
Carolyn Sohier, the Greta Garbo of divas, is giving a once in a lifetime concert that Tim can’t afford to attend. Tim—an overweight, twenty-something virgin—regrets lending the hunky bag boy at the grocery store money that could have bought him a ticket. Tim needs to call in his debts, but money isn’t the only thing holding him back.
The first time Tim met Javier, he was blown away by the attention. He didn't often—actually ever—get a guy, let alone a hot one, pay attention to him. The problem, Javier is straight; yet he gives Tim mixed messages. Tim can’t get Javier off his mind, unless he is pursuing his love for theater—or talking with his best friend, Julia, about the “unattainable” crushes they share on some of the guys back home.
With the Carolyn Sohier concert fasting approaching, Tim struggles to get tickets. If he hadn't lent Javier the money to, well, have his way with him in the beer cooler at the store they worked at together, maybe Tim wouldn't have lost his job, and would be able to see Carolyn perform. But Tim’s learned his lesson from all this…or so he thinks.
The entire first episode (over 70 pages) is available for free at Amazon
Chapter 1: America’s Got Divas
I put down my doughnut, picked up my iced coffee and took a sip. The extra-extra cream and extra-extra sugar gave me a nice little rush. It wasn’t quite as good as Starbucks’ but being unemployed I had to make the best of my homebrewed pot.
I had my cell phone cradled in the crook of my shoulder, talking to my best friend Julia. “With my Kindle,” I said, “I can read them without people staring at me on the subway.”
“I still can’t believe you like girly romance books,” Julia said. I could hear her slurping her own coffee, probably an iced Double Mocha Grande, being that she was at our old Starbucks in Salem. “You’re the only guy I know who has every Chippendale Publishing book ever released.”
I didn’t really but I didn’t want to quibble over details. “Oh my God,” I said, as a bit of powdered sugar sprayed from my mouth and landed on the blanket I had covered over me. I was getting ready to watch TV. “I almost forgot to tell you.”
She slurped some more of her coffee. “What?”
“Guess who’s doing a comeback concert?” I brushed the sugar dust off the blanket.
“No,” I said, raising my voice.
“I don’t know. You got me,” she said, and from her muffled speech, I could tell she was eating, probably a slice of carrot cake or a blueberry scone. I know what Julia likes. When she eats desserts, she usually goes for something that has a vegetable in it or some antioxidant fruit, because, of course, they’re healthier than my powdered doughnuts.
I pulled the blanket closer to me. “Carolyn Sohier,” I said. “She’s finally coming out of seclusion and doing a concert.”
“Carolyn, who?” I heard the clinking of the fork against the plate. Carrot cake, I bet.
“Carolyn Sohier― you know, the singer who was in Witches of Salem, that movie we saw the night I slipped on the ice in Danvers? And she was also on Broadway in―”
“Oh, her. That movie was terrible.” I could practically hear her nose wrinkle in disgust. Julia was brutally honest.Well, I liked it,” I said. “She’s an amazing singer.”
“She didn’t even sing in that movie,” she said, with her voice trailing off at the end.
“Well, it wasn’t a musical. But she did sing the theme song. Remember, we saw her on last year’s America’s Got Divas. She was the guest judge.”
“I suppose you’ll want me to go with you,” she said.
I clicked the remote control. “We’ll see. Tickets are expensive. She’s decided to come out of seclusion, out from her Greta Garbo cocoon. It’s a one-night only performance up in Bar Harbor.”
“Maine? Who the fuck gives a comeback performance in Maine? Bar Harbor, nonetheless. What, is she going to come out on stage riding a moose?” She laughed.
My neck was beginning to ache. I rubbed it. “I guess that’s where she lives. It’s a benefit of sorts.”
“So are you going to take the train or bus your ass up here to see her?”
By here Julia was referring to New England, where we had both grown up.
“You wanna go?” I asked.
“You mean will I go?” Julia wasn’t a huge fan of divas like I was, but she knew I had no one else to go with and wouldn’t travel alone.
“C’mon, you like her,” I said. “You even said her rendition of that Barry Manilow song was better than his.”
“Is that the song she sang when she shit herself on stage?”
“Whatever,” I said and tossed the remote onto the seat cushion next to me. Julia was referring, of course, to Carolyn’s fairly well-publicized stage fright. Carolyn had suffered a particularly bad spell several years back and, well, embarrassed herself on live television. It was pretty sad. Julia thought it was funny.
I turned as an ambulance’s siren rang out from the street below, followed by a blare from its horn. I hated the sound of ambulances. I got up to shut the window as it took a turn down Charleston Place.
“Five floors up and it sounds like the cops are right next door,” she said. “I don’t know how you can stand living in New York City.”
“It was an ambulance and I’m in Brooklyn.”
I looked at the wall clock, a gift I bought myself. It had logos from nearly all the big Broadway shows over the past two years. “Shit. It’s almost time for America’s Got Divas and I haven’t even set the DVR.”
“Alright, I’ll let you go. Besides, I should check the dryer.” She was at our old Starbucks across from the Laundromat. “Oh and how are you going to come up with the money to buy tickets for this reclusive diva? Didn’t you just get done telling me you’ve already spent this week’s and next week’s unemployment check?”
I didn’t want to get into it. “Javier,” I said. “This week, he’s finally going to pay me the money he owes me.”
“Oh, God. Not Javier.” I knew her well enough to know that she was probably rolling her eyes as she said it.
“Shut up,” I said, with no real force behind it. Julia could be such a bitch. She was always reminding me of the things I did wrong, which were plenty, and the things I should be doing to better myself, which, quite honestly, were spilling out of my inbox.
I didn’t want to be reminded of the humiliating experience I had had with Javier, the bagger at the Good Barn, my former place of employment. In short, he got me fired. “He’s getting money from his student loan,” I said. “He is going to pay me back on Wednesday.”
“We’ll see about that. Didn’t I tell you not to give him that money? Didn’t I tell you you’d probably never see it again? But no,” she said, holding onto the vowel a bit longer than necessary. “You still went off and gave it to him after giving him a BJ in the beer cooler behind Produce. He’s going to ruin your wholesome, good-natured reputation.”
Did you always want to be a writer? If not what did you want to be?
Funny, I started out wanting to be an actor. I had a few bit roles here and there—my biggest being with James Earl Jones in an ill-fated TV show set in Seattle—but I quickly discovered that I liked the scripts more than the acting.
While I’ve been writing stories since an early age, I didn’t start to take it seriously till I was much older. Several years ago I came up with a concept for a TV show. I wrote the screenplay and hated it. I couldn’t get into the structure of screenwriting, so I turned the idea into a novel. It’s still in development.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
I recently moved to Florida to pursue writing more earnestly. So I guess the answer to that question would be driving down here, with no source of income lined up, and knowing I had to rely on myself to make it. That was about a year ago. Prior to that, while I had already published, I considered it more of a hobby.
How long did it take to get your first book published?
My first published book was Not Sure Boys in August of 2013. It’s a collection of short stories that read individually or, to the careful reader, as one novella. The screenplay I mentioned earlier, which I turned into a novel is still in the works. It’s actually the prequel to my most recent book, Tim on Broadway.
The Indie market has opened up a world of opportunities for many writers. We no longer have to be get miniscule royalties by being bound to an agent’s limiting contract. Along this Indie journey, I’ve met some incredible people. One of whom is my publisher Deb McGowan from Beaten Track Publishing. She loved my novel Tim on Broadway so much she practically twisted my arm to get the paperback under contract.
What is the name of your latest book, and if you had to summarize it in less than 20 words what would you say?
It’s called Tim on Broadway: Season One (The Full Season). I know, lengthy title. Twenty words or less? OK here goes:
An overweight man in his twenties—who happens to be a virgin—is infatuated with theater and the bag boy.
My word count clocks that in at exactly twenty!
Who is your publisher? Or do you self-publish?
I do both. I have my own company called Bettencourt Concepts, but I also work with others publishers such as Beaten Track in Lancashire, England and Dreamspinner Press in the US.
How long does it usually take you to write a book, from the original idea to finishing writing it?
The definitely varies, but I’ll give you a for instance. For instance, Tim on Broadway took me about a month to get the final draft done, and then another couple months afterward as it went through Beta and finally editing; on the other hand, the prequel to Tim on Broadway, which I call Summerwind, has been in the works for years!
What can we expect from you in the future? ie More books of the same genre? Books of a different genre?
I am polishing up the aforementioned prequel, Summerwind. And, I have already started the second season of Tim on Broadway. Plus in November, my Christmas story called One Nightstand will be released both separately and as part of Beaten Track’s Boughs of Evergreen: A Holiday Anthology.
As for genre, Summerwind is less gay and probably would fall into Women’s Fiction. It’s probably something you’d find in Oprah’s book club.
Do you have a certain routine you have for writing? ie You listen to music, sit in a certain chair?
Well this may not be so much a routine, but I do get inspiration from music. For Tim on Broadway, I listened to a lot show tunes and stuff from Bette Midler, Judy Garland and Barbra Streisand. I’ll often come up with a scene, or even a whole book idea, just by playing music.
Do you read all the reviews of your book/books?
Absolutely. You can learn a lot from them, especially the bad ones. However, you do need to take all reviews with a grain of salt. It’s only one person’s opinion, and the review is really more about them than it is about the book.
Do you choose a title first, or write the book then choose the title?
Great question. For Tim on Broadway I had the title first, but for my other books I chose the title last. In fact, I let my readers pick the title for Painting with Wine. I had so many choices I couldn’t decide.
How do you come up with characters names and place names in your books?
Many times they just come to me. I write down what comes to mind. As for setting, all my books have some connection to the area I grew up, Boston’s North Shore.
Are there any hidden messages or morals contained in your books? (Morals as in like Aesops Fables type of "The moral of this story is..")
I like to keep moral issues very, very subtle. Otherwise I think people get turned off by the soapbox shouting. That being said, I believe we are all a product of what we think. In my own life, I have made great strides just by looking at things differently. I like to embed the power of belief into my stories and watch my characters transform—physically, emotionally, psychologically. Sometimes it’s a minor change, other times more drastic, but the impact to the character’s life is usually profound.
So the moral there is that you have the power to make a difference in not only your own life but in other’s as well.
I also like to promote the LGBT community in a “normal” light, in everyday situations. I think it’s a shame that in this day and age there are still kids being disowned by their family for just being who they are. I’m working on a campaign I’m calling “It’s OK to be gay!” If you think it’s OK to be gay, you can sign up for my mailing list here.
Which format of book do you prefer, eBook, hardback, or paperback?
That’s a tough one. It’s definitely a toss-up between eBooks and paperbacks. I love my Kindle, but there’s something about holding and smelling a physical book. You can’t get that from an eReader. Maybe one day they’ll develop an app for book smells.
Your favorite singer/group is?
I love Bette Midler. In fact, I dedicated Tim on Broadway to her.
Your favorite Author is?
I’m a huge Armistead Maupin fan. He wrote the Tales of City series, which was made into the popular PBS television run of the same name.
Rick Bettencourt is the author of Tim on Broadway, Painting with Wine and Not Sure Boys. He lives with his husband and their little dog, Bandit, in the Sarasota area of Florida. Rick originally hails from Boston’s North Shore where he learned to speak without pronouncing the letter “r”— and say things like “tonic” when he wanted a Coke, or “bubbler” when getting a drink from the park’s water fountain.
A few years ago, Rick was adopted by a Cairn Terrier named Bandit. Recently, Bandit moved Rick, and his husband of several years, to Florida to escape the New England winters and avoid being engulfed by snow drifts when going about their business.
When Rick is not being walked around the block by Bandit, he might be found working on a story about an underdog character triumphing over adversity. Or you might catch Rick watching The Walking Dead or Once Upon a Time, reading something like Running with Scissors or some personal development book, or writing to a group of folks on his mailing list.
In addition, Rick enjoys theater, art, old postcards, and amusement parks. He also loves to hear from his readers.
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