A printers opened up near me, infact, it’s technically the nearest retail establishment to my flat. This maybe a coincidence but I like to think of it as fate.
So it would be rude not to go to them to get my 3rd draft printed to dish out to some local beta readers. Pictured is the result. 6 manuscripts printed; 1 for me, 4 for others and 1 spare incase someone else nearby wants to give it the once-over.
Living during these heady first days of the ebook revolution, it’s always nice to see your novel in the flesh of printed paper.
I’m going to give it a month or two before I read through it again, just to have a rest and try to approach it again with some semblance of freshness.
I broke a few manuscript formatting rules because I’m giving it to beta readers and not submitting it to agents/publishers.
That’s it! 3rd draft done and dusted.
The next stage for me is to get feedback. I’m blind to the multitude of errors, faulty plot points, grammatical mistakes, lack of character development, personal writerly foibles and general shoddiness.
I can’t see the wood for the trees.
So here’s where YOU can fit in. You can be one of my beta readers!
…the advent of online forums and blogs and Twitter have made finding beta readers that much easier and that much more common. And most times you never even meet them in person.
So I’m putting her words to the test. This is a call out to the internet to get some beta readers.
Show the dog the rabbit!
OK, so I finished my novel, ‘Broken Branches’. It’s 60,000 words long. I suppose it would be filed in the science fiction section but it’s more of a dystopian story. There’s no aliens, spaceships, ray-guns or airships with steam powered bazookas. Sorry.
Here’s some blurb;
The UK prides itself on a population connected by heritage, improving every generation via meticulous compatibility testing based on the potential child created, not love. A ‘parental democracy’ drives this development, approving or denying applicants wanting a child. Men are made sterile to avoid sullying thoroughbred lines.
Down in Wigthorn, on the South Coast, this suits Charlie down to the ground. After a hard day window cleaning, there’s nothing he likes more than harmlessly pursuing the girls. Charlie’s good looks and easy charm means the pursuing doesn’t take long but a one-night stand may have consequences that last a lot longer.
Grace’s husband wants children and has applied for the sterility antidote so they can conceive, Grace isn’t too sure though. Like Charlie, her twin brother, she’s not a thoroughbred and fears what she may pass on.
Grace and Charlie are genetic islands; orphaned by their parents, cast adrift by their ancestors, branches broken from the National Family Tree.
What’s inside may seem worthless now but soon the government, terror organisations and foreign agencies will pay any cost to sequence and replicate their genomes, but to what end? Build supermen? Breed GM soldiers? Create perfect citizens? Who knows.
But it all begins when you start the first chapter.
(Feel free to crit the blurb in the comments!)
I’m no-one, so who am I to determine the expertise of a potential beta reader? If you like what you’ve read so far, then you’re good enough for me! If you haven’t liked it and really want to tell me…then even better!
I very much doubt I’ll have to confront this option but if so, I’ll limit it to 10 beta readers.
I’m also up for ‘swapping’ reads. So if you have a novel (now or in the future) we can swaps crits.
O’yeah, if you’re not going to participate but like the idea then retweet this or stick up a link to this post.
This is the final push! I’m giving myself until the end of the week to finish this 3rd draft which will then get printed and given to some specially selected victims for feedback…
…if you’d like to be a specially volunteered victim, let me know. There’ll be more on that later.
This 3rd draft has taken longer than I thought, mainly because real life gets in the way. I have a handful of changes left to make so all running, golf, swimming, blogging and other distractions have been cancelled until I’m done.
The image is a small snap-shot of the changes I’ve had listed in my notebook for this novel. It’s a bit small but believe me, you don’t want to actually read it. It’s entitled ‘Notes for Second Draft Additions & Changes’ but the 2nd draft actually turned into a read through and a general clean up. The 3rd draft is adding specific things to help make the whole novel make more sense and run smoothly…hopefully.
I’m fast becoming sick of redrafting. It’s as good as I can make it without external feedback. I need a sense of perspective to help polish off the edges. I like it and I think it’s good, but like a teenage child, you want it to leave the house and make it’s own way. It’s keeping me up at night, getting on my nerves and questioning everything I do, undermining every decision.
If I don’t post that ‘Broken Branches’ is completed in a week’s time then I’ve either let distractions get the better of me or we’ve come to serious blows.