As word about my latest novel gets around, the reception gets warmer and warmer.
Everyone involved in the promotion process has been helping spread the word, as have a lot of my friends. One review has been posted to Goodreads so far, and it’s a five star review. An online writing circle I’m involved in even named it book of the month for March. Also, I’ve had a number of follows on social media over this.
I don’t think I’ve gotten this much interest in a book since 2010 with the first book I published, and that was pre-transition. This book is the first thing I’ve published that could finally eclipse my earlier work.
But will it be my big mainstream breakout success? Probably not. It might cement my reputation in the niche genre I write in, maybe, but I’m a long way from becoming the next overnight success story. Still, if I can become a big fish in a small pond, it can only be a step in the right direction (if my previous life’s work is any indication).
On the other hand, it has gotten some very small amount of mainstream attention, and the premise and cover art alone are attractive to readers. That’s a powerful asset since I suspect my last couple of books lacked that same appeal. It’s possible this could be a sleeper for a while, then find its second wind as more readers discover it.
By the way, there have been some strange synchronicities going on of late, most of them involving Philip K. Dick. One of them I can’t explain in detail because it would require telling about my book, but it involved Godric of Finchale in which the word “Valis” appeared in a review for a book about St. Godric. The other was last night, when I was trying to find a link to the ad bumpers from the beginnings of the chapters in “Ubik” and the first result in my search was a passage from the Bible about Jesus praying at Gethsemane. I can’t help but think about my last I Ching reading, something about an ablution being made but a sacrifice being yet to come (meaning loosely that preparations had been made but the final important undertaking is not yet fulfilled). In light of the Gethsemane verses, the imagery of sacrifice and ablution becomes just a bit ominous.
Also, a friend recently had clocks around her house stop working, and I was reminded somewhat of the poltergeist activity after Bishop Pike’s son committed suicide, but I was assured that they weren’t all showing the same time when they froze. Still, even my fiance had to admit that the synchronicities were starting to get creepy.
No pink beams of light, xenoglossy, or hidden messages in Beatles songs yet though. I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt that I could be reading too much into this. On the other hand, part of me worries that by trying to get back to my previous life’s work, I may have inadvertently triggered something really big that I have no way of stopping now that it’s been set in motion. Time will tell.