by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
As I continue to zoom through the third draft of this novel, I also have to manage my expectations. It is clear from my efforts to get my usual Readers to look at the first three chapters of my novel that, lulz, most of them don’t care. So, I have to focus on doing this out of spite towards the haters who I feel think I suck and can’t pull a novel off.
I have a huge chip on my shoulder about my writing and storytelling ability and, as such, that is enough power me white hot desire to wrap up this novel as soon as possible so I can start to query. The whole querying process is going to be rather jarring because of how much rejection and failure I’m bound to face.
And, in general, I have no idea how to query properly.
But I’ve gotten this far, there’s no reason to worry about shit now. It’s time to focus on the goal of finishing the third draft of the novel and then seeing if I can find a manuscript consultant I can afford.
Bar fly makes good…hopefully.
One issue that I continue to dwell on is how this novel isn’t a traditional murder mystery anymore. It’s more about the power struggle associated with one woman’s desire to own a small town newspaper. That she happens to be a strip club owner who strips a little bit herself — hopefully — will add enough of an edge to the story that people will be intrigued.
It’s just ironic that the people who know me — and know how long I’ve been working on this fucking thing — just don’t give a shit. So, it’s going to be rather ironic if the people who give me a chance are people who don’t know me. Typical.
