It all started when I decided to write a research paper about the
effects of the Black Death (1348-1349) on the English lower class. As I was researching the period, I found primary and secondary sources citing husbands abandoning their wives and mothers abandoning their own children in the desperate struggle to stay alive. All that death got me thinking, there must have been exceptions to these tales of selfishness. Somehow humanity made it through that rough time. So somebody must have stayed back and nursed the sick. There must have been some forgotten heroes. I wanted to write about them. While this tale is set in one of the darkest times in human history, it is not a tale of death. It is a tale of survival and the heroes that made that possible. It is a story of life.
I’ve been referring to my book for quite a while. I am currently putting the finishing touches on the second draft. Okay, just kidding. It is probably the third or fourth draft, I just feel uncomfortable saying that because:
1. I don’t want anyone to expect polished perfection. It is not completed. Far from it. I’ve got a long way to go. I’m extremely insecure about my ability (or lack of abilty) to write a full length novel. When I give people samples I always mention that it is a “very rough draft”, so that they won’t feel bad or judge me (too much) if they hate it. It will probably be referred to, at least in my brain, as a “very rough draft” until it is published. Perhaps even after it is published.
2. I really honest to goodness don’t know what draft I’m on. I lost a whole bunch of work when my computer died a few months ago. For the past two months I’ve been basically back tracking to recover and redo what I lost.
ANYWAYS… I think I am ready to begin introducing my lil book to my friendliest family and friends for peer review. I’m gonna post a lil synopsis today. If you are interested in reading what I’ve got so far and giving me comments, feel free to let me know.
Disclaimer: I am going to be completely honest. I am terrible at recieving correction BUT I do need and want criticism, the strongest kind. I might get mad at you for a few days. I’ll probably try to justify every mistake in the entire novel (sorry, i’m working on breaking that bad habit), but in the end I’ll give every comment a whole bunk of thought and be extremely appreciative.
The Day After Doomsday:
Lyddie is peasant with a limitless imagination: somedays she pretends to be a beautiful lord’s daughters, while others she imagines saving England as a noble princess. Yet in reality, Lyddie is nothing more than an enslaved orphan working in the fields and avoiding the nosey town gossip. There is little hope for anything more.
With death closing in on her village, Lyddie is forced to leave the life of her ancestors behind with nothing but a stubborn pig to keep her company. Desperate for food and shelter, Lyddie takes refuge in an abandoned castle. There she meets a diverse cast of folks escaping from disparate plague created situations: a baker’s wife and daughter attempting to run the castle while their lord is gone, a monk’s son fleeing from a vicious tour of flagellants, a proud but unlucky minstrel honing his musical skills, and a Jewish peddler attempting to right past wrongs in London while surviving deathly prejudices.
Lyddie must find courage to face one of history’s greatest disasters by forging a new family with her strange company of friends. In a terrible time when many thought the world was ending and every certainty was turned on its head, Lyddie begins to wonder if anything, even her craziest dreams, could somehow become possible if she can only manage to survive.