J Luukkonen: Writer
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behold a pale horse
I've finished primary editing of the novel (about two major edits, with smaller ones over and over), and have started submitting the manuscript to agents for possible representation. Right away I got my first rejection letter, which was pretty cool. Why? Well, it means I'm in the game. I've made it this far sonthat I actually can receive a rejection. I'm pretty pumped to have the book this far, and I'm confident that I'll find someone perfect for my little manuscript. Hopefully more good news coming here soon!
In other news, I'm trying to finish a manuscript for a volume of poetry to submit to the University of Alberta Press. I've got some writing to do still, and edits, but I hope to have it ready by mid-November. Here's to manuscript #2!
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Here's a little passage from the book that I've been editing. I like how it ends.
"And love? What of it? If I can be who I am now, this creature, nothing more than my damned fever and the desire for that sweet, sweet, blood covering my body and mouth, then perhaps love was never real? Just as now I’m, what? Chemicals? Some kind of life-spark? Maybe I’m just a virus, a bacteria that controls a body. Maybe that was what love was too. I could not recall what love felt like, or what it really meant to the Adam who was before, but now, this Adam, this new creature felt nothing and knew nothing of it. This means that love certainly isn’t universal, and certainly isn’t unconditional. Just another human lie. But she looked like an angel. She radiated with light. Felicity was something special when I saw her, before I knew who she was. What of that? Was that a leftover from my former life, my former feelings for her? Or was it something else? Maybe she just has better smells than everyone else. I knew I had to find out what she tasted like; how she was on the inside. I felt the hunger grow inside me from just thinking about it, so I took what remained of the boy’s femur in front of me and bit down on it, enjoying sucking out the remaining marrow from inside. The smoke from my pipe curled up straight into the cold night air. The wind must have died out while I was eating. Above the smoke, the starts shone brilliantly, as a few night clouds soared by far overhead. The moon was still out, but had moved lower in the horizon, and illuminated deep shadows across the lawns that neighbored the one I was in. Looking into those stars, I could see a cluster of them that stretched across the sky, a line of stardust and gas that must have meant something to Adam in the former life. Now they were almost beautiful, if I knew what that word actually meant. But it seemed right to use it, so I smoked and thought about the stars." We woke up this morning to -25C temps. I brought my daughter to daycare, and as I came back, the sky began to turn pink with the sunrise. Back at home, I squinted into the bright sun and watched my breath puff up into the blue sky as I shoveled the driveway out.
Today I will work on the second and third section of the novel, and will start to think about filling the hole that I believe exists at the beginning of the story. It needs to just slow down a little bit. Perhaps a page or two will help. Not too heavy of a touch, just a little breather. Thanks for coming. I hope you enjoy your stay. You are welcome back any time! |
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