A couple days late, as usual. I jumped the gun and strategically retreated. I promised a new section of Ari Park and realized that this more reflective section featuring the old shunted Tokyo detective Hayao is infinitely more layered than the straight action sequence preceding.
To use a thriller analogy, it is like going from Barry Eisler's John Rain to John Le Carre's Smiley. Going from action figures to real people.
Even if not many people comment directly, stats suggest that there are regular readers of Arisugawa Park. I feel that these early readers, more than any future casual reading audience, deserve my best effort.
No reviewer, algorithm, or catchy cover led people here––they semi-actively sought out my writing, either through knowing me or looking for the type of Japan-centered novel I am attempting.
God knows the algorithm-meisters do not help boost the profile of anyone who does not pay.
Nearly 600 unique readers a week deserves writing of a layered quality that those so-called authors at the top-of-the-heap rarely deliver. I encourage readers to share with friends. The rest is simply creation.