I think I’m getting over My Babylon’s spectacular lack of success. It was, from it’s conception, a book that only a select group of people would fully understand and enjoy. It’s a genre book, yet it is completely unlike most commercial fiction. It has no car chases or explosions. It’s not a thriller. It’s not about how “cool” the character’s powers are. It’s almost a character study. Combine that with esoteric symbolism known only by a few and a perspective that can be viewed as anti-Christian, anti-capitalist, and anti-American, I should have fucking known better than to expect anyone to read it.
The problem is, My Babylon was so much more emotionally satisfying than what I’m working on now. And I worry that the few readers I have picked up will be disappointed that the magic in my next book lacks the K.
Not that I’m ashamed of my next project. It’s more fun to read, and it’s a lot more accessible. If you like urban fantasy, but hate the mamby-pamby fairy aspects of it, Chasing the Wyrm is for you. If you’re ready for an urban fantasy that does not have your standard of melange of vampires, werewolves, lycans, shifters, faey, re-hashed-crapola, Chasing the Wyrm is for you. If you hate how most urban fantasy ignores modern society and the world going on around them, Chasing the Wyrm is for you.
So maybe I’m setting myself up for failure again. I wonder if what people want is the same old shit they have been given all their life. I refuse to do that. That’s the reason I decided to self publish in the first place. Yeah, insulting the readership is gonna earn me points I’m sure.
So here I go again, through the Abyss. Chasing the Wyrm is coming soon.