by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
The numbers are not on my side. I live in poverty, I’m bonkers and I’m old-ish. So, even if something happened out of the blue to make me some sort of a “success” it would all happen in the context of it happening when most people are thinking of retirement.
And, yet, you have to have hope. You have to have something to think about when you’re not thinking about how the only people who seem to read your blog are haters, stalkers, or FBI agents about to push you out a window once Trump is in office (sigh.) (I’m aware there’s at least one actual nice person who reads this blog on a regular basis, but that’s the exception, I fear.)
You have to believe, you know? You have to believe in something, anything to keep you going.
So, once I finally shake off my existential dread that I’ve been feeling the last few weeks, I’m going to throw myself back into writing at least one novel.
