You do know that Waylon and I sit on the same side of the aisle since you spend time wallowing in the Cesspool. Fabrication, if any, is not limited to the left.
I'm genreless. I write what interests me. A definite problem when seeking an agent or a publisher. I'm toying with self-publishing through Amazon. Novel # 1 is loosely science fictiony, but mostly philosophical, with a heavy dose of examining how religion, for better or worse, causes people to behave in ways both laudable and counter-productive. That one got a decent look from a legit NYC agency before they decided I and they might become the new Salmon Rushdie. #2 - you'll love this - is a broad parody of TV political talk/call in shows, with, um a certain network often associated with the right as the principal model. That one had a reputable e-book publisher take a long, hard look before deciding no. That was excruciating because it looked promising. #3, almost done, is drawn from a true story and Mrs. Cohenzone thinks it is the most commercial. It's pretty heavy, and fictionalized, with enough of the real events mixed in, although the reader wouldn't know. It is about a girl who has suffered unspeakable abuse, but who remarkably makes her way. The real story is humble, yet more impressive than I could ever put into words.
I've had professional writers read my stuff and the reaction has been good. I ask for tough critiques, but none could ever match what goes on in the Cesspool. I really have no desire for posthumous fame. At this point, I'm known mostly for aggravating some people on the BY with an innocent OT post. I should of known better.