by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I am — at the moment — a nobody. A big old fucking nobody. So ANYTHING that sticks out from my normal humdrum life is a big deal. I got my weekly report of people who have searched for me on LinkedIn and…would you believe a publisher was among the people to search for my name? They didn’t look at my profile which I don’t know what to make of.
And, really, this taps into my existential angst over the idea that I could write the fucking equivalent of a mystery-thriller Bible…and it won’t get bought because I’ve been a big fat loser nobody for so long. I’m talking, of course, about due diligence, which in layman’s terms is like having a secret, passive first date against your will.
But it’s one of those things where there’s not much I can do about it. I am who I am and really have been something of a big old loser for an embarrassing amount of time. And, of course, whatever is on my mind at any particular moment I vomit it onto social media — often drunk — so, lulz. And, yet, I’ve been telling stories my entire life and given how long I’ve been working on this specific idea I know I’m within shouting distance of selling it to a publishing house.
At least, that’s what I believe in my fevered imagination.
So, there comes a point when you just have to accept that some things are out of your hands. I can’t go back in time and be cool. I just have to write the best six novel project I can possibly write and hope for the best.
