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Interview with @BillsBelles: a tribute to Bill Compton, @VampireBill, and Stephen Moyer

When I was a child, I sent fan mail to TV Guide (@TVGuide). This was long before the days of websites and blogging, let alone TiVo. I waited for “The Guide” to arrive in the mailbox with the same anticipation I now reserve for The New Yorker (@NewYorker), because, back in the day, you really didn’t know what was going to be on television until “The Guide” told you.

And, they had a mailing address. So, I figured, in my infinite and youthful wisdom, that if “The Guide” ran all of television, it should be easy enough for them to pass along my carefully crafted, albeit thinly veiled, attempts to reach the celebrity of my dreams.

Flash forward, let’s blast past blogs, forums, chat rooms, and comment threads straight to social media. Twitter, to be specific. What I would have given to interact with @insertfavouritecharacterhere, the very person I was trying to reach.

Shannon from Bill's BellesShannon (@smeykunz) took similar matters into her own hands, when she created the Twitter Bill’s Belles (@BillsBelles), which soon evolved into Billsbelles’s Blog where you can meet a number of the Belles, and catch up with news related to Bill Compton and Stephen Moyer.

I interviewed Shannon about the project, what she finds so hotsy totsy about our boy Bill, and her hopes for his character in Season 3 of True Blood.

Rebecca Wilcott: Tell me how Bill’s Belles came about, and how you all find one another?

Shannon: First, I’d like to clarify that I represent the Twitter Bill’s Belles, not to be confused with any other groups calling themselves Belles. We are made up of a group of women who travelled over from HBO’s True Blood Fan Wiki. Some of us still post on both sites. Along the way, we’ve gathered up ladies that love Bill as much as we do.

Our version of the Belles is slightly different as we concentrate a lot of our time on our good Twitter friend @VampireBill. At first, we chatted to him as the group of us. One day, I thought maybe we should make a Twitter page to post pictures and videos related to Bill and Stephen Moyer. It spiralled into the blog and our other sites.

RW: Which of Bill’s traits do the Belles find most attractive?

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Twitter True Blood Player Backstory and interview with @VampireBill

IN MY LAST POST, I talked about interviewing a number of the True Blood Twitter role players and the challenges posed when an omniscient outsider wreaks havoc on an existing narrative. In preparing my questions, I thought it only apropos that I make like a Bon Temps citizen and develop amnesia, rendering useless any previous knowledge I’d had of their lives. We decided that I would conduct the interviews as a curious writer granted privileged access to the townsfolk leading up to, and after, a serious of dramatic and largely unexplained events. (If you haven’t completed Season Two, there are major SPOILERS contained within these interviews.) I also decided that I would create a backstory, something to set the scene from the perspective of a naive interloper who asks the questions that no one wants to answer. (Some of the players encouraged me to push harder, which was a whole lot of fun!)

With the exception of my interview with @VampireBill, which will appear after my backstory, the remaining interviews will be posted over the course of this week, so check back for updates, or follow me on Twitter @BeccaWilcott.

Becca Wilcott

My name is Rebecca Wilcott. I am a writer living in Toronto, Ontario.

In the late ’90s, I was walking home in the early morning when a group of individuals stepped out from the darkened entrance of a nightclub purported to offer safe haven to vampires. I’d come from a celebration at a nearby rockabilly bar, and while aware of my surroundings, I became confused, suffering from what I first mistook to be drunken hallucinations.

Sounds enveloped me, whispers, thoughts, and something like breath passing over canines. I half-expected to encounter a dog, maybe a pack, as I prepared to act insane, a past self-defense course resurrecting itself in a time of need. A noise grew in my throat, my temples throbbed, a last desperate inhale lodged in my chest for safe keeping. I turned to face them.

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