As many of you know, the past year was rife with personal challenges for me, including being told I had a brain tumor (turns out I don’t) and some kind of whacky chemical imbalance. You can read about it here. I started writing Infinite during my decline. During the worst of it, I wasn’t writing at all, for a period of nearly three months. Then, while my mind sorted itself out and I processed some weirdly intense and out of control emotions, I finished writing the book.
The result is a story that, in some ways, parallels my own journey through despair. As a result it’s a little more character driven and explores deeper themes. That doesn’t mean there aren’t monsters, craziness, and mayhem starting in Chapter 1, just that there is more to it. Probably most comparable to The Distance.
Have you ever wondered what’s at the edge of everything? What if you could travel there? What would you find? These are the questions that inspired Infinite. William Chanohk never asked or even wondered these questions, but his ancestor did, so now I’m taking him on a trip without end. That last sentence will make sense…later.
Despite the circumstances of this book’s writing, I had a lot of fun exploring the infinite. The book anchored me, and now I’m thrilled to be sharing it with the world. Since it’s a more personal book than my others, I’m a little nervous about what the response will be (you can reassure me by posting reviews on Amazon…which will also help sales!), but anyone who enjoyed Apocalypse Machine and The Distance will feel right at home with Infinite. On to the story!