Should I admit this publicly? Well, to the people who understand and matter, it's not a shock. After all, finding a publisher is incredibly hard for a "normal" book, and what I have is far from normal. If it were "just" urban fantasy, "just" dark, "just" Christian, "just" Dickensian, "just" Egyptian mythology, I might have a niche, but all five? Ha! I've got a genuine Frankenstein's monster here. I have to take it on absolute faith that I have a story (actually three) worth telling and reading. It's incredibly challenging to remain optimistic, but I wouldn't even think of giving up, because I couldn't if I wanted to. Dorrie, Max, Seth, and the others would haunt my dreams if I don't let them out onto the page. And my dreams are complicated enough already, thank you very much.
So I continue to pray, write, query, and pray, in that order, in between the rest of my life and work responsibilities. I'm aiming to have the sequel done before the end of the year, and to either have a publisher or go independent in the same time frame. Think I can do it? Your words of encouragement would be welcome indeed.