by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
While I continue to not know what I’m doing, I am getting a general sense that maybe things are beginning to get better — a lot better. As things get better, I find myself dwelling on all the things that could go wrong to make all my hard work moot.
The next novel in the project is about a missing baby.
And, yet, no one can predict the future, least of all me. So, you just have to wing it. We all have to wing it. But I am concerned that I could endup writing the fucking Bible and because I’m a drunk crank…I don’t get published. Or a civil war breaks out and we’re all too busy trying to avoid bombs that no one has time to read a novel — much less mine.
So, I don’t know what to tell you.
All you can do is just believe, you know? Keep the faith and all that. You just never know what might happen if you just keep plugging along. I’m growing really pleased with what I’ve managed to come up with. There are stakes and motivations. All the things necessary for a good to great story.
I’m so pleased with what I’ve come up with, that I’m growing more and more interested in diving into the second novel in this project. But, I dunno. I think I should probably work on the two scifi novels I have rolling around in my mind before I do that.
