I tried to make it with non-furry fiction. I found a minefield of charlatans who won’t pay for your work even though they play interested, flooded markets where editors take years to respond to queries, and publishers who think the insipid inanity of insertion fantasy fiction with blank slate characters or poorly-researched thrillers with terrible prose count as high-quality literature.
I came to realize something: furry was the one genre that gave me a chance. Furplanet published me, furry readers read my stuff and critiqued it, and furry writers helped me hone my craft. Furry fiction today is about where Sci-Fi was when people like Asimov, Heinlein, Bradbury, and Dick started, easy to get into if you’ve got the talent. They became institutions.
Also, I got some reviews on my first published work, Basecraft Cirrostratus, from non-furry readers and although they were squicked by the sex, they liked what I had to offer and thought I was good for an amateur. Cirrostratus was even nominated for a Rainbow Award for LGBT fiction, and although it didn’t win I was a furry author getting the attention of non-furry critics. I know I can do it again.
“Escape from St. Arned” was my last novel to feature explicit sex. I’m focusing on writing high-quality SFF stories that just happen to have furry characters, and I’m trying to become the best author I can be. I’ll be promoting my work by sending it to non-furry reviewers and touting my work as an all-too-rare queer voice in SFF.
The legendary rock band Queen’s late great front man Freddie Mercury once said “Talent will out, my dears.” If you’re good, people will notice you. I’m putting that theory to the ultimate test by writing the best furry fiction I can.