Like the title says, the sixth and second-to-last novel in the Rankin Flats supernatural thrillers is out now. And reception has been… tepid’s too kind. At this point with this series, I’m feeling like the marathon finished a day ago and I’m just now crossing the halfway mark after a hobo passed and pissed on me. It’s not the fault of readers. I knew what I was writing was going to be a niche thing, and if you’re writing for the sake of attention, whoooo boy, you’re in the wrong business. But I’ve spent two years feeling like I’ve been climbing slowly up a mountain, and ever since the release of Forever and Farewell, probably my best book to date, I feel like I’ve been slowly tumbling back down a few hundred yards.
Oh well. Do the same thing I’ve done for thirty five years. Pick myself up, keep moving forward, keep going until something works.
If you read Smyle, thanks. If you don’t or it ain’t your thing, that’s okay too. You do you, because I’m gonna keep doing me. Giggity.