Just over four years ago (on the evening of June 9/morning of June 10, 2009, to be precise,) I had a dream. I don't mean a metaphorical vision; I mean a literal "I was asleep and then suddenly I was back in my old high school" dream. I took from that dream a basic premise and, after editing, some workable story elements. More editing ensued, then writing, and now, just a day or two after its four-year anniversary, I am pleased to announce that my novel, The Afflicted, is DONE!
Well, the part that involves me working on it, anyway. The next step is to send it out to everyone who is interested, and await their feedback. I'm doing this at the same time I'm also waiting to hear back from the artists I'm commissioning for updated versions of the book cover and between-chapter illustrations. This waiting will continue until the feedback and new illustrations are in, at which point I will put everything together, and then put it on the Kindle store.
This is where you come in! If you have any interest in being one of my advance readers, please let me know! I am looking for people to read it and help me hunt down any random typos I may have missed, as well as general feedback. Just let me know who you are and where I know you from, and if you're on my cool list (I'm trying to limit this to friends and such rather than just fling free copies around blindly because it's still kind of a beta--I will let you know when the 100% finished version is out and ready for sale, believe me!) then I will set you up. :D For those who aren't familiar with The Afflicted, it is an anthropomorphic novel, and here's my best attempt at a quick boiled-down synopsis: A deadly plague has claimed most of the outside world, forcing survivors in one of the last remaining cities to live beneath an oppressive dome and an equally oppressive mayor. Outside, a group of infected exiles has formed, but must contend with disease, hunters, and their own internal friction. Undertaking a long and dangerous migration, can they pass on their legacy to the only other active city of which they know, or will they live and die in vain? Fair warning: This is not a bouncy upbeat happy story. There are sad feels.
Anyway, needless to say, I am very excited about this, and I anxiously await anything any of you have to say, especially if it's to point out something I missed. Every good book needs editors, after all! I know that some grammar errors are intentional (Scout and Girard are from the streets, and have the split infinitives to prove it,) I struggled a bit with figuring out pluperfect/past perfect tenses in situations where characters already in the past tense flashed even farther back ("Kjorteo recalled the time he had first started to write his novel.") I *think* I got it all fixed, but if anyone happens to be an expert in that field, I would love for them to check whether I missed anything.
I'm probably going to spend some of my time "off" (while waiting for everyone else to get back to me) working on an afterword/thanks/credits section to put at the end of the finished novel. If you give me any help with this project at all, then expect me to thank you by name. (If you are someone I know from the internet and have more than one identity between real life names and online usernames and such, please let me know how you would like me to credit you!) However, even before I have written that, just right now, please allow me to extend a huge THANK YOU to everyone who supported me. It has been a very long journey, and I know I never could have done it without you. I love you all. :)
This is a cross-posted entry that originated from http://kjorteo.dreamwidth.org/335971.html.