I wrote a personal, potentially ugly novel that reflects how I see the world. All I can hope for is that there are people out there who appreciate it.
I grew up sheltered and amongst science-minded people. I had a wild imagination and felt like no one could understand or appreciate how amazing and poignant I found the conjurations from my mind. My life experience came from watching TV and reading. But TV has always been flat to me, lacking depth, and has given all of us who grew up watching it everyday a false sense of opportunity and expectation. Books, on the other hand, are more worldly and honest, showing us the good and the bad without the false veneer of technicolor advertising. Books give us hope, not false promises.
THE NEW FLESH may repulse some people. It may offend. Some may even drop it in the trash in disgust, delete it from their Kindles and expunge it from their lives. That's fine. It's not for everyone. I believe I am the kind of writer that people will either totally hate or absolutely love. I think I'll be dealing with this fact for my entire writing career, that winding path before me that spirals into the distance. Because I know I have quite a career ahead of me--a huge white whale filled with swirling prose waiting to be formed into stories of humanity and the fantastic. I didn't get this far without believing in myself. Many of you just might, however, enjoy THE NEW FLESH immensely, as I have from writing it, expunging my mind of darkness, splattered it through this creation of the imagination, dripping and pooling for your wicked pleasure. >;)