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Glue is a modern coming-of-age story of art, madness, loss, and love. Glue is a working title and may change.
Another short snippet from my novel-in-progress, Glue.
The sky was dark as I arranged my things: glue to the left, scissors to the right, and paper in the middle. It was only a pencil outline, but I could already see the bird, wings outstretched above an endless ocean. This bird’s feathers would be cerulean, darker than the warm azure sky, but lighter than the cool indigo ocean. I was fourteen years old and obsessed with color.
I will be sharing snippets from my novel Washing off the Glue in the hopes of getting some constructive feedback.
The first two paragraphs:
Marie came to Burning Man to let go of a memory.
Ten long years of searching for Dad, and she had nothing to show for it. What if he’s sick? What if he’s dead? She had no way of knowing. That’s the part that killed her. Rachel, her best friend and roommate, was probably right: She should give up the search and start living in the present.
I am told “absent or missing fathers” are a cliche in novels, but I’d like to think I have a novel (so to speak) approach. It’s not about the father; it’s about the main character, Marie, who embarks on an obsessive search for him, and encounters all sorts of problems of her own.
What do you think?
Kristen Ankiewicz 