by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
So, it’s almost 2025 and the more I think about what happened to me in 2024, the shittery the year becomes. Several years ago, I had hopes of going back to South Korea around July 2024 — the 20th anniversary of me going to Asia the first time.
Wow, did that NOT work out
Anyway. At least I’m slowly getting back into my usual OCD self when it comes to writing. It’s been a very slow slog, though. Months of just staring out into creative space, feeling sad for myself and not using this unique and precious moment in my life to get as much writing done as possible.
A lot of this came from realizing that I’m just not going to miraculously right my life by selling a novel and making it big that way. Or, put another way, even if that DID happen, I’m still going to be old.
I’m still going to be too old to have grandchildren, under the most ideal of circumstances. Even if I magically became a success, I would be way too fucking old to date some smoking hot 24 year old without people raising their eyebrows at such a social indiscretion.
Those cold, hard, facts, have been rolling around my mind for months now. It’s been a real struggle to reach acceptance on that front. And, honestly, I can’t tell you that I have even yet.
But at least I’m going forward with my writing in some respect. That’s about all I can be grateful for at the moment.
I look towards 2025 and realize because of various Trump policies, my life could be totally upended. This is where I say if you support Trump — fuck you, you fucking cocksucker. (Unless I’m related to you, then you get a pass.)
Anyway. Now that THAT is out of the way — I suspect some pretty fucking wild things are going to happen in 2025 that might totally shake up my life in ways that I can’t truly imagine at the moment.
