by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Very few people read this blog — or pay me much attention. And, usually, those who are paying attention to my rantings have grown extremely tired of me talking about novels that I keep talking about how great they’re doing but they have nothing to read.
Add to this how I seem to misspell important words — even in titles! — or use the wrong word or forget a word, and it’s easy to see how I can easily be seen as an Internet crank.
Ok, I get it.
But my momma always used to tell me I was “special,” and, as such, besides being obsessive and prone to hyperbole, I’m also delusional. And, to top it off, as the late Annie Shapiro said when she was mad at me, I’m a “delusional jerk with a good heart.”
So there.
But there is something I do know about myself — I draw attention to myself, sometimes without even realizing it. And over the years, I’ve gotten the sense that maybe (maybe?) a few people of note may have followed me on Twitter using burner accounts. (This doesn’t even begin to address the occasional mysterious person from NYC or LA — or that one person who seems to bounce around the country a lot — who pop up in my Webstats.)
And…yet…I try not to get too worked up about such things. It’s too easy to give things a narrative that doesn’t exist. I’ve done such bullshit before I’m still smarting about it.
Just because you have a vague hunch about something, doesn’t mean it’s true.
