My newest novel shows the psychologically-trying happenings two characters must endure as an alternate plain attempts merging with their own, with its influence washing over the population they unwittingly seclude themselves. By the way…, that’s part one, only part one, not the novel’s entirety. There is an unseen divinity-like presence, random existential occurrences I purposely keep vague, homoerotic overtones I’ve based on stories of Elvis Presley’s questionable sexuality, a pre-apocalyptic vibe, a shambling world government, characters and creatures with dubious existences, what I consider disturbing, symbolic imagery and a smattering of black humor with a dash of the macabre. I know, I know, the surrealistic approach can be considered “cliché” and a few of the sequences “over dramatic”. But, nevertheless, I’m proud of this piece. Oh, for the record, the beliefs held by my characters are dissimilar to my own. Within the confines of this story there is a bond between a fatalist and a domineering sociopath bordering on abusive. Their connection, however, is not sexual. It’s intimate, more or less, probably more. The two are more than mere friends. It’s incest-esque, due to a matriarchal fixation possessed by one of the two. This is not a plot point, it’s their dynamic. My question: should I travel this route? I do not wish for this to be considered… romantic.