The first responses from my Alpha Draft readers are trickling in — mostly positive, but with a stern helping of jack-booted constructive criticism. I’ve already said “Well, here’s what I was going for — but oh god, you’re right. You’re absolutely right. I AM FILTH.” about seventeen times, and I’ve only heard from two readers.
I’d like to be more specific, but there’s still a lot of Alpha Drafts out there in the wild — and Science is my watchword on this process. I don’t want to pollute the other readers, gotta keep the sample clean. If I say that my readers are having problems with that centaur poetry in Chapter 11, then it’s sure to make all the other readers gaze at my sensual equine haiku with a more critical eye.
Just let yourself feel it. The rhythm, the majesty.
That’s all I ask.
Pace yourself.
The writer, he doth protest too much, methinks. 🙂
HIS HOOVES WERE CARVED OF ALABASTER
I PRAYED THAT HE WOULD SOON BE MY MASTER