Literary Existential Angst: Part Duh

by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner

I don’t get people who are interested in my efforts to write a novel, only to turn around and do everything in their power to discourage me or make me feel bad. What’s the point? If you care all that much, then offer to be a Beta Reader or to help me achieve my goal, rather than tell me “it should be done by now.”

Who says, you fucking cocksucker dickhead?

There is no reveled truth about how to develop a novel and there’s no reveled truth about how long it should take to finish one.

So, there, fuck you. And I being very heartfelt about this — if you just want to hate on my efforts to write a novel instead of in any way being supportive: fuck off. I don’t want you in my life. And, come to think of it, why are you in my life to begin with?

Anyway,

I’ve decided that I’m splitting the first book into two and, as such, I have six novels not five to work on. This is going to require a LOT more work on my part, but I’m going to try to focus on just the first novel for the time being. Try to make it a calling card of sorts that I can use for the other books.

Though, I find myself thinking about a pandemic-themed scifi novel that I might work on should the mood strike me.

Author: Shelton Bumgarner

I am the Editor & Publisher of The Trumplandia Report

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