by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
So, here I am — sober. I continue to want to write a novel or two or three, but I just don’t have much motivation at the moment. It’s only been about a month since I finished the third draft of my novel, so it hasn’t really been THAT long. But I’m not getting any younger.
I need to hurry up and start to work on my rewrite of the third draft as well as a few scifi novels I have rolling around in my mind. It’s just…meh. I just don’t want to do anything but stare out into space.
And maybe think AGAIN about the “impossible scenario.” This is the scenario whereby humans are given three habitable planets in a new solar system by some alien civilization — but they’re only given the technology to get zapped there in huge numbers (potentially in the billions.)
Otherwise, they have to bootstrap it.
I don’t know why this particular scenario is so interesting to me, probably because it’s just so fucking vexing. It’s impossible to figure out given the conditions of the scenario because there are so many different factors to consider.
Ugh. I need to stop thinking about it and start writing on some novels again.
