by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Ok. I sat down today and went through the first half of the second act and things were not the disaster that I feared they would be. I’m still on track to wrapping up some sort of semi-final product soon enough that I can piviot to querying around September 1st.
Of course, actually getting a literary agent at my age and being the huge kook I am will be like winning the fucking lottery. I can already see literary agents searching for me online, stumbling across this blog and being aghast at what a fucking weirdo I am.
But, I need something to believe in. I need something to look forward to and to focus on instead of how America has turned into a fucking fascist state as well as how the Singularity may arrive just about the time I sell this novel, making all of it moot.
Ugh.
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Shay Mitchell
Vanity Fair Oscar Party, Arrivals, Los Angeles, USA – 09 Feb 2020
Anyway, I need to focus. I’m going to go through the first half of the second act and try to make it, the “fun and games” part of the novel (the part that causes people to buy it in the first place, usually) as engaging and interesting as possible. I’m trying to use AI to help with my writing, but, comically, sometimes the dumb-dumb AIs can’t understand context and get upset over this or that “objectionable” thing I simply want it to review and help me write about in fiction.
I’m getting pings from NYC and LA, which is either good (movie people interested in the novel!) or bad (movie people interested in using my ideas for movie without me!). I can’t overthink things. I need to just buckle down and rewrite things as necessary.
