by Shelt Garner
I’m feeling rather powerless as my nation slides into fascism. I really don’t have any other outlet but being able to tell a decent story, so that’s why I find myself having a huge amount of energy to develop and write this novel.
Every day, House Trump manages to enrage me more than the day before. That’s a limitless supply of creative energy for me to do whatever necessary to finish this this story (two novels) as quickly as possible. It really makes me feel a lot better to be able to articulate my rage at the Trump Era in a well-thought out manner.
As I’ve said many times before, I hate “woke” art for a number of reasons, chief among them if you’re so busy preach at me that you forget to tell a great story, then what’s the point. If you can’t use subtext to get your point across, then don’t even tell the story, no one wants to read it or see it.
Anyway, I’m moving fairly quickly with this novel. But I have to speed things up even more. If I don’t wrap this up sooner rather than later, we’ll be so far into Trump’s stolen second term that my window of opportunity will have closed and I’ll simply be snatched off the street — or pushed out a window.
I’m trying to do at least three chapters a week instead of the current one. That seems like one of the ways I can get this done by no later than Thanksgiving 2020.
Wish me luck.