The Pursuit of Getting Published (and other stuff)

CONSTANCE’S JOURNAL No Date, Random Note Love acts on us all. It binds our insides, unites ends ripped asunder by anger, hate or loss, it gives hope where none was previously. Love propels us; filled with ignorance and fear, to the course of its choosing. Love is strange and familiar all at once. From afar it is known and knowable, we recognize it on the other’s face, we feel it as they feel it, yet once scrutinized and dissected by questions, and hazed by logic, love becomes a weird thing. It’s elemental small parts do not make sense, its binding force invisible, and the truth of its existence contrary to macro version we all want to have. It becomes a mere aberration of the human conscience – the human condition. It is quantum dissonance with an ultimate truth unknowable but to our feelings and emotions. Love is the dome we all live under; its stars sparkling in the darkness of its expanse, giving us wonder and a sense that all is not as simple, finite and fated as...

Ok, before I continue regaling you of my adventures in publishing, a quick review: The book I mentioned in the last post that wasn't geared for publishing is titled CONSTANCE AND ALEXANDER. Some lucky few of you out there have read this. It's also somewhere in the bowels of Amazon.com as an e-book (under the pseudonym of William Falstaff). Happy digging if you want to read it. The book I will be pitching to agents soon (again) is titled ABBIE'S PLAYLIST FOR HARRISON. The sequel to this book is already in the works. Why am I reviewing? Last night a best friend of mine and I were driving down to see Dunkirk (Awesome war movie! You HAVE to see it in IMAX! Nolan shot the movie in 70mm wide format. You literally get lost in the situation, just like the Brits were in 1940 on the beaches.) We were talking about what we're working on and he brought up CONSTANCE AND ALEXANDER and what my plans were with it. I said no plans, maybe an edit in the future to fix any of my b...