Or does it? Who knows–my crystal ball is a lemon.

My Great American Novel (which I have been calling Paradox lately) has 123 chapters and about 1585 pages. The page count may go down a bit as I edit, but that’s still Tolstoy length.

A year or more ago, when the size of the story was obvious, I pondered how I would ever market such a book, who would take a chance on reading it, and what a fair price would be to ask for it. I soberly faced the reality that there really isn’t a market for it. Nobody’s gonna buy a doorstop-sized novel in a male-friendly genre unless the author name is Tom Clancy or W.E.B. Griffin. But even those guys don’t write books this huge.

On the one hand are my motives. I write fiction I would like to read–not what “the market” dictates. In this case, I wrote it because I just had to. It’s been in my mind just too long, bursting to get out. Call it cathartic, theraputic, whatever…but this has been a fulfilling experience. Even fun–that’s one reason I took my time and even still, with my country turning into a dystopian hellhole all around me, I’m in no hurry to publish.

On the other hand, even a well-written, great read (yes, I’m implying that this is) will never get much in the way of sales without visibility. Even if the audience exists, they can’t buy and read the book when they don’t know the book exists, too. And in a market dominated by Amazon…well, with a simple tweak of an algorithm, its easy to ensure that the audience never discovers that well-written great read. I say this as somebody who has written three novels that hit #1 bestseller status in multiple categories. (Pretty sure I enthused about that here on the blog in years past, with screenshots–if you feel up to verifying.)

On another hand (when did I grow a third hand? Did somebody vaccinate me while I wasn’t looking?) the market is a shitshow.

I would puke my guts out, hold my nose, and crank out hackneyed lesbian vampire romances with contrived Marxist messaging if I wanted to “write to the market,” garnering sales and reviews galore.

Ah, but what about the “conservative” fiction market? It’s much like the RINO GOP Establishment–meaning, at its core, not much different from the mainstream drivel. It’s got the same Kickass Womyn Warrior tropes; same LGBT-pandering; same “the radical right is the greatest threat” narratives. But with lower corporate taxes and “Back the Blue” flags. And, much like everything else, it’s all uninspiring, mediocre pap.

Oh yeah: and you have to sell your soul on top of all that, just for the algorithm architects to make your mediocre pap discoverable. The longer I slog through life’s various shitshows, the more convinced I become that nearly every “inspiring success story” in my lifetime has been fake and gay. Especially “exciting new authors” who are unknown one minute, then the next minute their mediocre, formulaic debut novel  (Harrumphs of the NPC: Book One in the Narrative Reinforcement Series) has 3,000 glowing, yet non-specific Amazon reviews.

Not gonna sell my soul–that market is flooded with cheap merchandise, too. Buyer’s market. Competition everywhere.

So, why sweat it at all? I wrote this tome for the joy of it. In my mind I know the Marxist Hive Mind that controls every single institution will hate it and condemn it to obscurity. Maybe even virtually incinerate it. But there’s the principle of the matter, sez I. Therefore, I must do what I can to monetize this years-long investment of my life.

Break it up and make it a series, of course. Right? The entire publishing shitshow market is geared toward series fiction. And our functionally illiterate culture has cultivated attention spans that can’t handle much beyond a TikTok video or Facebook post. A 1500+ page BOOK????????? One of those crazy outdated relics with pages, and words? I might as well have written a harpsichord concerto in the Baroque style.

Making Paradox a series is a no-brainer, on the surface.

Trouble with that is, this is a time-traveling sports adventure saga that follows the protagonist from his pre-adolescent years into his late ’20s. So, by fragmenting it, the first one or two books in the series would technically be “young adult” or “coming of age” time-traveling sports adventure (and [gasp! the horror!] without any lesbians, vampires, or Kickass Womyn Warriors). The other series installments would not be. So the unicorns male coming-of-age readers might feel cheated because of where the first book or two leave off. This was not written to be episodic. There is one character arc–not three or four. And the readers…both of them…besides myself, who would buy and read grown-up time-travel sports adventure sagas might never even begin the series because young adult just does not float their boat.

I shoved those concerns aside and kept writing the story I wanted to tell.

But now here I am: editing the rough draft and still clueless about how to market Paradox and how much to charge for it.

There seems to be no good solution to this conundrum. (Is it a conundrum or dilemma? The horns poke me, either way.)

So, I’m gonna bust it up and release it as a series. I think that’s the least self-defeating of the two options. My next move, then, is determining where to sever the plot, and adding scenes/sequels to make the different sections more episodic.

Know what else? Probably gonna move forward with no beta readers.

My bright idea of posting chapters here has resulted in exactly zero comments of any kind on the blog. Destructive criticism is the most common flavor and easiest to get (unsolicited, at that). But I didn’t even get that. The most I’ve received are some likes on Gab and MeWe. It’s nice to assume those like buttons were clicked after reading my posted chapters, but who knows. The only comment I received there was by somebody who read at least part of “Spin the Bottle,” then informed me that my depiction was not the way the game was played in their day. And, uh…they somehow decided that there’s some sort of “same sex” action in the chapter. Your guess is as good as mine. (Assuming you exist and are reading this blog post. Big assumption, at this point.)

I may post a couple more chapters, but am already close to where the first  book will probably end, so this experiment will likely conclude, soon. Got some work to do, so I will get to it.