I have learned a few things from this experience of writing, editing, and attempting to get this novel published. The social politics of the publishing world are so heavy in the air you can cut them with a knife. There are certain editing dog whistles used by literary perfectionists that weed out people who are outside the current idea of literary perfection. And a long list of other lessons came my way, but no one wants to read them.
I am sometimes tempted to do nothing but Celtic, Nordic, and Anglo-Saxon art until the day I die. It would be easier to market. Many people would relate to it at first glance; no story writing would be necessary. And of course I’d be doing my heritage a service. I’m not going to have children; this is one way I can spread the historical aesthetics of western civilization that I appreciate. Learning to make this kind of art can take years. There’s a lot of subtle grace to be acquired, and imposters stick out painfully.
Btw, I created some fan art of Final Fantasy VII recently. A lot of caffeine went into its creation. My patrons get to see it in super high resolution.