Joel’s Journal – October 27, 2016

Happy Saturday morning everyone!

Happy Saturday morning everyone!

Look, just a heads up, I’m going to be talking very highly of myself in the next few paragraphs. So, ye be warned.

As many of you know from following me on social media, I’m working on reading and editing my way through the 3/4 finished novel I was writing before this summer.

UPDATE: That task is now complete.

If you want to know more about that, check out this post for all the details, but essentially, after writing short stories all summer, I’ve totally forgotten where I was going with the novel storyline, Hence, the reading and minor editing. I’m technically not breaking any of my rules so back off.

Anyways, as I’ve been going through the 180-plus pages of rough words and I’ve come across some portions that I’m rather happy with.

Soon, I will provide a dust-jacket summary of the novel and a possible synopsis, kind of like what I did with my last novel, but for now I’ll give you a brief rundown.

At its root, the book is a love story, but a gritty one. As my two characters try and build a relationship around a love that seems too good to be true, both of their lives are drastically changing, and not for the better.

So, with that said, I am breaking my rules and sharing a brief excerpt from my upcoming novel. Heck, you only live once:

Like the books in her library, Amelia liked to categorize her thoughts and feelings into appropriate categories and shelves in her mind, as if her consciousness was in fact a library of its own and a small version of herself was in there sorting things into place.

The shelf filled with thoughts of Charlie, a shelf that had been filled up rather fast, was previously a bright and happy place. Images of his smiling face, his naked body on top of hers, the back of his neck as he bent over chopping and prepping in his kitchen, the taste and smells of his apartment. It was all inviting.

But now there was some bad things that needed to be filed onto that shelf.

The images of him unconscious, covered in blood and trash, the whiteness of his exposed skull.

Amelia shuttered and wished she had an incinerator inside her head where she could throw all these thoughts, but she knew that was impossible. Even if there was an incinerator she could hurl the lot of them into, they wouldn’t be completely gone.

The ashes would be left behind and eventually something would come along and stir those ashes up, and when that happened, she would be left to choke on the disturbed dust.

I’ve always thought that love is something that can endure through drastic trials. However, I’ve learned that in the end, life can sometimes win out. This novel is my look at how strong love can be and what it can do for two people who believe in its power.

Now, for the dedicated readers of this blog, you may have noticed a little easter egg in that portion of the novel, as the same way that Amelia likes to think of her head and thoughts as books on a shelf, well…(click here). So do I.

It was a really cool discovery for me because I can’t remember consciously thinking about writing this post, and then willfully moving that into the story. I guess writing fiction pulls more of us into its words than writers know at the time.

Thanks for reading,

J.J.W.