A science fiction novel.
DARK PARTITION
They made time travel a crime.
They sealed away the truth.
They want him dead.
Since the Fourth World War, the world has fallen under the iron grip of a few powerful corporations. In this new order, time travel is the gravest of crimes—punishable by death. Rory Sullivan, a war veteran and former detective turned ‘cleaner’, stumbles upon a hidden truth behind the ban on time travel. Little does he know this discovery will catapult his ordinary life into a relentless struggle for survival.
Writing a novel was my childhood dream, which I came to realise at the age of 53. The journey towards this book was a wonderful experience. The road, however, wasn't smooth or straight. It was long. Very long. And in the process I had to overcome many obstacles, from battling word processors, through losing 90% of the novel and rewriting it, to the challenge of finding an editor. Thirteen years — yes, this is how long it took me to transform a single idea into a finished book.
You can read about the journey in this scroll.
As I reached the final stretch, I was hesitant about finishing it. Through all those years I grew attached to all the characters — good and bad — so finishing the book felt like saying farewell to your best friend. It felt terminal. I was afraid of the emptiness the finished book would leave in my life. And it did.
The first test print revealed quite a few typos, mistakes, and formatting issues. I also decided to redesign the cover. Two more test prints followed before the book was ready for beta readers. My late dear friend Mandie was the first to finish it. She came up with a list of ten mistakes she spotted. A few months later Mandie passed away fighting cancer — but her list is still pinned to my corkboard.
Mandie pushed this book to its final stage.
This is also why Dark Partition has a special place in my life.
The final version was ready and properly formatted. It was one click away from being sent to the printing company when I decided to put it on hold. I felt like a few pages were missing — not in the sense that I forgot to include them, but extra pages. I couldn't define what this feeling was, or what pages were missing, for quite a few days. Until one night it clicked — illustrations.
Ink or charcoal? I love both, but I chose ink. A few days later the book was ready.
I uploaded it to the printing service, filled in my debit card details, and hit 'pay'.
A few seconds later I cancelled the transaction.
Ink. Ink. Ink… No. Not ink — charcoal. Yes. Charcoal was the right choice.
And yes, I was also addicted to working on this book and simply didn't want to let it go.
Guilty.
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